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 Pakistan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Junior Murvin to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
The Invisible,
The Grass Roots,
Sun City Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
June of 44,
The Fortunes,
JFA,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
UT,
Gang Gang Dance,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bill Wells,
Sandy B,
Moss Icon,
Jandek,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
E-Dancer,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lindisfarne,
The Saints,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Inner City,
Urselle,
Rhythm & Sound,
Rotary Connection,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Alphaville,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eve St. Jones,
Skarface,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Maurizio,
Yazoo,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Underground Resistance,
Swell Maps,
Grauzone,
Wire,
X-102,
The Moody Blues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Sonics,
The Dirtbombs,
Joy Division,
U.S. Maple,
The United States of America,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brass Construction,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Flag,
Marshall Jefferson,
Funky Four + One,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.