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 Moldova and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Donald Fagen 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 Rod Modell to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
Donald Byrd,
Andrew Hill,
Suicide,
Depeche Mode,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roxette,
Sun Ra,
Blancmange,
Section 25,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick May,
A Certain Ratio,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Agitation Free,
Visage,
Mission of Burma,
Jerry's Kids,
Marvin Gaye,
Eurythmics,
Drexciya,
Country Teasers,
Max Romeo,
the Germs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Zapp,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
The Gladiators,
Wolf Eyes,
New Order,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pierre Henry,
Interpol,
Moby Grape,
The Evens,
Franke,
Jawbox,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Smoke,
Monks,
Fugazi,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tres Demented,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Misunderstood,
Quantec,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Raincoats,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.