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 Japan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Bobby Hutcherson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Ornette Coleman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Danielle Patucci,
Derrick Morgan,
Hardrive,
It's A Beautiful Day,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxy Music,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
Sexual Harrassment,
Supertramp,
Deepchord,
Nirvana,
Quadrant,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pussy Galore,
Stiv Bators,
Man Eating Sloth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Albert Ayler,
Fugazi,
Porter Ricks,
John Holt,
The Tremeloes,
X-101,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Germs,
Andrew Hill,
Eve St. Jones,
The Trojans,
The Blackbyrds,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Christie,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Flipper,
The Slackers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Black Pus,
Guru Guru,
The Mojo Men,
The Victims,
Rotary Connection,
Rosa Yemen,
The Grass Roots,
The Moleskins,
The Mummies,
Organ,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
DJ Sneak,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.