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 Afghanistan and from Cairo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 R.M.O. to the punk 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shoche record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Blues Magoos,
Al Stewart,
The Stooges,
Minny Pops,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bang On A Can,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ornette Coleman,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Juan Atkins,
Idris Muhammad,
Lucky Dragons,
Bad Manners,
The Martian,
Negative Approach,
Shoche,
Goldenarms,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scratch Acid,
Wolf Eyes,
Rapeman,
Gang Starr,
Scientists,
The Index,
Sixth Finger,
Hot Snakes,
Sugar Minott,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobby Byrd,
PIL,
Eric Copeland,
Amazonics,
Brothers Johnson,
Tim Buckley,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Byron Stingily,
Matthew Bourne,
Ten City,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Fania All-Stars,
Clear Light,
Black Flag,
The Blackbyrds,
Cymande,
Ossler,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Cluster,
Toni Rubio,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Bootsy Collins,
Arcadia,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.