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 Zambia and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 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 The Star Department to the electroclash 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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All The Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Stooges,
Schoolly D,
The Trojans,
Quantec,
Groovy Waters,
Chris & Cosey,
Bush Tetras,
The Real Kids,
Supertramp,
The Martian,
T.S.O.L.,
Talk Talk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tim Buckley,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Das Ding,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
Sonic Youth,
Fela Kuti,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Flamin' Groovies,
Parry Music,
cv313,
PIL,
The J.B.'s,
Television,
Mad Mike,
the Germs,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Angry Samoans,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Toasters,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
R.M.O.,
Popol Vuh,
Bang On A Can,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Au Pairs,
Tears for Fears,
K-Klass,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
Siglo XX,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.