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 Kuwait and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Madrid.
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 Lou Reed 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 Lightning Bolt to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ornette Coleman,
Goldenarms,
Altered Images,
Groovy Waters,
The Litter,
Schoolly D,
Terry Callier,
Los Fastidios,
Robert Hood,
Judy Mowatt,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Skarface,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gichy Dan,
Cecil Taylor,
Scott Walker,
Royal Trux,
Public Image Ltd.,
Stiv Bators,
the Bar-Kays,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Pagans,
The Moleskins,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Little Man,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fela Kuti,
Quando Quango,
Arab on Radar,
Yaz,
The Tremeloes,
Suicide,
Idris Muhammad,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Dead C,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Sight & Sound,
R.M.O.,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric Copeland,
Godley & Creme,
Barrington Levy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
La Düsseldorf,
Alphaville,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lindisfarne,
Rapeman,
Black Flag,
Cluster,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.