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 East Timor and from Mumbai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Chris Corsano to the crunk 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 A Certain Ratio. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
Siglo XX,
Flipper,
Judy Mowatt,
UT,
Jeff Mills,
Jacob Miller,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
Graham Central Station,
The Sonics,
Section 25,
Whodini,
Livin' Joy,
Letta Mbulu,
Eden Ahbez,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lyres,
The Last Poets,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ituana,
Animal Collective,
Barclay James Harvest,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths,
Yazoo,
The Cure,
Nik Kershaw,
Eric Copeland,
Leonard Cohen,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
The Victims,
The Saints,
Sister Nancy,
Shuggie Otis,
Faraquet,
The Barracudas,
Lungfish,
Average White Band,
Jandek,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Minor Threat,
Mad Mike,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vladislav Delay,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fat Boys,
The Kinks,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.