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 Uzbekistan and from Spokane.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Derrick May to the rock 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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Tres Demented tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tom Boy,
Kayak,
Nas,
Kerri Chandler,
Lebanon Hanover,
Kenny Larkin,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Godley & Creme,
The Zeros,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
The Saints,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cymande,
The Trojans,
Intrusion,
Crime,
Neu!,
Mark Hollis,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
Robert Hood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Rekid,
Black Bananas,
Neil Young,
F. McDonald,
Barclay James Harvest,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Alton Ellis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Delta 5,
Warsaw,
Lou Reed,
Yusef Lateef,
John Lydon,
Porter Ricks,
The Smiths,
Pantytec,
Accadde A,
Y Pants,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Fuzztones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Visage,
Gabor Szabo,
These Immortal Souls,
Saccharine Trust,
The Music Machine,
Inner City,
Little Man,
Iggy Pop,
Mission of Burma,
Davy DMX,
Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill, Andrew Hill.
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.