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 Canada and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hasil Adkins 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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Invisible,
The Walker Brothers,
Mantronix,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Simply Red,
Eve St. Jones,
Brick,
Section 25,
Porter Ricks,
Don Cherry,
Ultra Naté,
Motorama,
The Fortunes,
Pharoah Sanders,
Blancmange,
The Names,
The Barracudas,
Mission of Burma,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zero Boys,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Slave,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amon Düül,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gichy Dan,
Alton Ellis,
Roxette,
Stiv Bators,
Scion,
Minnie Riperton,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
The Cowsills,
Brass Construction,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Traffic Nightmare,
Charles Mingus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Peter & Gordon,
The Sonics,
B.T. Express,
Kaleidoscope,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.