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 Grenada and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Don Cherry to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kevin Saunderson,
These Immortal Souls,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hot Snakes,
Buzzcocks,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
Black Bananas,
Bang On A Can,
Marine Girls,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Flipper,
Bobby Womack,
the Human League,
Neu!,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Don Cherry,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mojo Men,
Reuben Wilson,
10cc,
Cluster,
Nas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hoover,
Matthew Halsall,
Eddi Front,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Detroit Cobras,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Bluetip,
Rod Modell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Groovy Waters,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.