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 Palau and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Ponytail to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nirvana. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Organ,
Joe Finger,
The Angels of Light,
Donald Byrd,
Nick Fraelich,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
New Order,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alison Limerick,
Drexciya,
Magma,
The Gories,
Glenn Branca,
The Pop Group,
Kayak,
Rakim,
The Fortunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Technova,
Fugazi,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pulsallama,
a-ha,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
The Golliwogs,
Gang Gang Dance,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
KRS-One,
FM Einheit,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Slave,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Iggy Pop,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Liliput,
Ornette Coleman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Chrome,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Association,
PIL,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Neil Young,
DJ Sneak,
Ronnie Foster,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra, Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra.
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.