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 Mongolia 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the funk 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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sarah Menescal,
Letta Mbulu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camberwell Now,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Misunderstood,
Sight & Sound,
Interpol,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monochrome Set,
The Kinks,
Funkadelic,
The Trojans,
Deadbeat,
Dave Gahan,
Bob Dylan,
kango's stein massive,
Unwound,
Moebius,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Groovy Waters,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Saccharine Trust,
Gregory Isaacs,
Mandrill,
Sandy B,
Crash Course in Science,
the Association,
The Gap Band,
Theoretical Girls,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonic Youth,
Deakin,
Kenny Larkin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oblivians,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Crooked Eye,
the Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bad Manners,
Animal Collective,
Cal Tjader,
Joyce Sims,
Spandau Ballet,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.