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 Niger and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Moss Icon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Fat Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Agitation Free,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
The Stooges,
Loose Ends,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lucky Dragons,
Royal Trux,
The Mighty Diamonds,
kango's stein massive,
Intrusion,
DNA,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Fatback Band,
Whodini,
Marine Girls,
The Doobie Brothers,
Joe Finger,
Hoover,
Skaos,
Skriet,
Nico,
UT,
The Barracudas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ponytail,
ABBA,
Derrick Morgan,
Roxette,
Metal Thangz,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Max Romeo,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wire,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Eurythmics,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Unwound,
Bobby Byrd,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
The Remains,
The Durutti Column,
Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas, Black Bananas.
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.