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 South Africa and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Golliwogs 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Certain Ratio,
The Music Machine,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Porter Ricks,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
Terrestrial Tones,
LL Cool J,
Scientists,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
The Smiths,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Black Pus,
Easy Going,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soul II Soul,
Kurtis Blow,
Fela Kuti,
Outsiders,
Gang Green,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
The Gladiators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Boredoms,
Joensuu 1685,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Vogues,
The Slackers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Motorama,
Funkadelic,
Godley & Creme,
Bob Dylan,
La Düsseldorf,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crooked Eye,
Amazonics,
Cymande,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gong,
Amon Düül,
The United States of America,
In Retrospect,
The Skatalites,
ABBA,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.