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 Afghanistan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Robert Wyatt to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
Eric Dolphy,
a-ha,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flipper,
Suicide,
Pere Ubu,
LL Cool J,
Scion,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
Grey Daturas,
Shoche,
The Last Poets,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Minnie Riperton,
Kas Product,
48th St. Collective,
Tubeway Army,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Babytalk,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Vogues,
MDC,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mo-Dettes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Basic Channel,
The Index,
UT,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
K-Klass,
The Beau Brummels,
Ossler,
Technova,
Adolescents,
Black Pus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Kenny Larkin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oneida,
Joe Smooth,
Anakelly,
Quando Quango,
X-102,
Radiohead,
Popol Vuh,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Massinfluence,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Altered Images,
Darondo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Camberwell Now,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Patti Smith,
This Heat,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.