Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Algeria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The New Christs to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Excepter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Harmonia,
Intrusion,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Banda Bassotti,
Audionom,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Hill,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Slave,
Massinfluence,
Whodini,
Gastr Del Sol,
Derrick May,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dirtbombs,
Nirvana,
New York Dolls,
Jacob Miller,
The Electric Prunes,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Standells,
Althea and Donna,
FM Einheit,
Ohio Players,
Flamin' Groovies,
Unwound,
The Gun Club,
Fat Boys,
Basic Channel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sixth Finger,
Bronski Beat,
Bauhaus,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Zero Boys,
The Vogues,
Y Pants,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Colin Newman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Procol Harum,
T.S.O.L.,
Robert Wyatt,
Pierre Henry,
Kas Product,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fall,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.