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 Netherlands 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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 the Bar-Kays to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Whodini. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Janne Schatter,
Soft Cell,
The Black Dice,
KRS-One,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ohio Players,
Intrusion,
Lou Reed,
One Last Wish,
Yaz,
David Bowie,
The Shadows of Knight,
Index,
MDC,
Cymande,
Colin Newman,
Pagans,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Osbourne,
Darondo,
Sam Rivers,
The Fire Engines,
Marcia Griffiths,
Nik Kershaw,
Masters at Work,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Echospace,
Radio Birdman,
Country Teasers,
The Victims,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Don Cherry,
Japan,
Metal Thangz,
Stetsasonic,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Oblivians,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Radiopuhelimet,
Boogie Down Productions,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Rod Modell,
Excepter,
Smog,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
Easy Going,
Bush Tetras,
The Names,
the Sonics,
Jacob Miller,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.