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 Congo and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lille.
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 David Bowie 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 The Techniques 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian 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?
Agent Orange,
Johnny Osbourne,
Marvin Gaye,
Severed Heads,
Wire,
H. Thieme,
Michelle Simonal,
Mars,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Erasure,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eden Ahbez,
Traffic Nightmare,
Aswad,
Youth Brigade,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sam Rivers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Animal Collective,
Sun Ra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Scion,
10cc,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
Symarip,
Gichy Dan,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Main Source,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mr. Review,
Derrick Morgan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Adolescents,
Fad Gadget,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kas Product,
The Sound,
Nick Fraelich,
The Shadows of Knight,
Josef K,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Barracudas,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
ABBA,
Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly, Anakelly.
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.