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 Portugal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Columbus.
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 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 Robert Palmer 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 Letta Mbulu to the funk 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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Alton Ellis,
Reuben Wilson,
The Selecter,
Au Pairs,
Q65,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Sight & Sound,
Donald Byrd,
Wings,
Sandy B,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mission of Burma,
Magazine,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Kerri Chandler,
Nirvana,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Erykah Badu,
Thee Headcoats,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Mark Hollis,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
The Pretty Things,
Jacob Miller,
8 Eyed Spy,
F. McDonald,
Lower 48,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Hoover,
The Saints,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lakeside,
Crispian St. Peters,
Infiniti,
This Heat,
The Human League,
Sam Rivers,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Crash Course in Science,
Brothers Johnson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joe Smooth,
Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters, Aural Exciters.
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.