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 Azerbaijan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Black Bananas to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lindisfarne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Cheater Slicks,
Barbara Tucker,
Moss Icon,
the Normal,
Young Marble Giants,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Joe Smooth,
Scratch Acid,
KRS-One,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Blossom Toes,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
B.T. Express,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Section 25,
X-101,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Guru Guru,
Scientists,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Malaria!,
Piero Umiliani,
The Mojo Men,
Nas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Livin' Joy,
John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Gang Starr,
ABBA,
Smog,
Gichy Dan,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Kerrie Biddell,
X-102,
Motorama,
Radiopuhelimet,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
Ponytail,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Searchers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ultra Naté,
Erykah Badu,
Aswad,
Soulsonic Force,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.