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 Korea North and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Aaron Thompson to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Oneida. All the underground hits.
All The New Christs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Unwound,
The Index,
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
Gang Starr,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bill Wells,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Hasil Adkins,
Funkadelic,
Jawbox,
Avey Tare,
A Certain Ratio,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Dead C,
Terry Callier,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
CMW,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Silicon Teens,
the Human League,
Marc Almond,
The Shadows of Knight,
Camberwell Now,
Essential Logic,
La Düsseldorf,
Arcadia,
Peter and Kerry,
Marshall Jefferson,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Minny Pops,
Young Marble Giants,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Seeds,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Joyce Sims,
Fatback Band,
Spoonie Gee,
Alphaville,
a-ha,
Chris Corsano,
Urselle,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Byrd,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Moody Blues,
X-101,
Das Ding,
Yellowson,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
L. Decosne,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
Rites of Spring,
The Selecter,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.