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 Andorra and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dave Gahan 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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Hashim,
Television Personalities,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Scratch Acid,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Reuben Wilson,
Wire,
The Litter,
Talk Talk,
Johnny Osbourne,
Suburban Knight,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Can,
June Days,
B.T. Express,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric Dolphy,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Remains,
Chris Corsano,
Reagan Youth,
Ultra Naté,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Last Poets,
Amon Düül II,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pretty Things,
the Sonics,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alton Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
KRS-One,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Ultravox,
The Offenders,
Zero Boys,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
James White and The Blacks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Anthony Braxton,
Jacob Miller,
The Count Five,
T. Rex,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.