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 Kiribati and from Manila.
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 Woodstock and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Crime to the jazz 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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?
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Hutcherson,
World's Most,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
The Shadows of Knight,
Theoretical Girls,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Boredoms,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Cameo,
Neu!,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Avey Tare,
The Gap Band,
DJ Sneak,
Erykah Badu,
Eve St. Jones,
the Normal,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rekid,
The Smiths,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Brass Construction,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Infiniti,
Goldenarms,
Harpers Bizarre,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
cv313,
48th St. Collective,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arab on Radar,
Public Image Ltd.,
Peter & Gordon,
Lower 48,
Mary Jane Girls,
Panda Bear,
Eddi Front,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Blues Magoos,
Heaven 17,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Angels of Light,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marine Girls,
Mandrill,
Technova,
Icehouse,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.