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 Iraq and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Fela Kuti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Sun City Girls,
Icehouse,
Main Source,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Fad Gadget,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Pop Group,
Mark Hollis,
Carl Craig,
Tears for Fears,
Japan,
Bill Wells,
Sparks,
Lungfish,
Pussy Galore,
Soft Cell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camberwell Now,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television,
Depeche Mode,
Todd Rundgren,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Crooked Eye,
The Knickerbockers,
Shuggie Otis,
UT,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Nick Fraelich,
Yusef Lateef,
Black Flag,
Donald Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
The Motions,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
Lou Reed,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
Pulsallama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.