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 Nigeria and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Cheater Slicks to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Agitation Free,
Quantec,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Zero Boys,
Andrew Hill,
Soul II Soul,
Mo-Dettes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
FM Einheit,
Connie Case,
The American Breed,
Silicon Teens,
The Flesh Eaters,
Royal Trux,
Con Funk Shun,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
Piero Umiliani,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Alphaville,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris Corsano,
The Doors,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Average White Band,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Searchers,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
The Blackbyrds,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
Second Layer,
Underground Resistance,
A Certain Ratio,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Rotary Connection,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
Wings,
Pulsallama,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Lucky Dragons,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül,
Desert Stars,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.