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 Indonesia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 X-102 to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pole record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Porter Ricks,
Urselle,
MDC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Pop Group,
Inner City,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Robert Görl,
Excepter,
Thompson Twins,
the Swans,
Schoolly D,
Chris Corsano,
Rhythm & Sound,
Pole,
The Vogues,
Nation of Ulysses,
Colin Newman,
Ornette Coleman,
LL Cool J,
Letta Mbulu,
David McCallum,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Connie Case,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
Dennis Brown,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Scrapy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Fire Engines,
Byron Stingily,
Eric Copeland,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Zapp,
Can,
Ice-T,
Todd Rundgren,
The Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mad Mike,
Shuggie Otis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Yaz,
Hashim,
The Searchers,
Tres Demented,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
These Immortal Souls,
Alison Limerick,
Faraquet,
Faust,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.