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 Luxembourg and from London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Michael McDonald 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 Dual Sessions to the rap 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Essential Logic,
Charles Mingus,
Minutemen,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Move,
Oblivians,
Alton Ellis,
Scan 7,
Subhumans,
The Names,
Barry Ungar,
the Association,
The Real Kids,
the Fania All-Stars,
Cecil Taylor,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bad Manners,
the Slits,
The Trojans,
Nico,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
DNA,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pole,
Gichy Dan,
The Sonics,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dave Gahan,
Donny Hathaway,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sight & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Connie Case,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Soft Cell,
Nick Fraelich,
Flamin' Groovies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Steve Hackett,
Soulsonic Force,
Television Personalities,
Black Pus,
Black Moon,
Black Bananas,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Stereo Dub,
Quantec,
The Fugs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.