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 Tunisia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Severed Heads to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
Nik Kershaw,
Yellowson,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Monolake,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Jesper Dahlback,
Maurizio,
The Remains,
La Düsseldorf,
The Birthday Party,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amazonics,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Juan Atkins,
Pole,
Blancmange,
Lou Christie,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Can,
The Smoke,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Boredoms,
The Dead C,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Grass Roots,
The Red Krayola,
Piero Umiliani,
Suicide,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brand Nubian,
Scion,
Trumans Water,
Sight & Sound,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Deepchord,
Camberwell Now,
Eddi Front,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kurtis Blow,
Carl Craig,
The Evens,
Roger Hodgson,
Model 500,
Tropical Tobacco,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.