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 Ethiopia and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unwound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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 Beau Brummels,
Young Marble Giants,
Pussy Galore,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers,
Sugar Minott,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Pere Ubu,
The Durutti Column,
Bobby Womack,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Radio Birdman,
The Gap Band,
the Slits,
In Retrospect,
LL Cool J,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unwound,
The Human League,
The Cowsills,
Eric Copeland,
Newcleus,
Roxette,
Jawbox,
Judy Mowatt,
R.M.O.,
Black Moon,
Scratch Acid,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Mission of Burma,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pierre Henry,
Suburban Knight,
The Alarm Clocks,
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Dark Day,
Thee Headcoats,
Mo-Dettes,
Das Ding,
Mars,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cameo,
X-102,
Funkadelic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Boz Scaggs,
The Golliwogs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Happenings,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
MDC,
The Sound,
Pole,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.