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 Togo and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Intrusion 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
the Germs,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
X-102,
E-Dancer,
Barry Ungar,
Eddi Front,
The Mummies,
JFA,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Country Teasers,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dead Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Newcleus,
Cluster,
Easy Going,
The Red Krayola,
X-101,
Derrick May,
Laurel Aitken,
Jandek,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Echospace,
Jerry Gold Smith,
These Immortal Souls,
Barrington Levy,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Angry Samoans,
Young Marble Giants,
Lalo Schifrin,
Desert Stars,
Terrestrial Tones,
Main Source,
Glenn Branca,
Minor Threat,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
The Cure,
Skriet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Essential Logic,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Archie Shepp,
Fad Gadget,
Thee Headcoats,
Derrick Morgan,
Mo-Dettes,
Rekid,
The Raincoats,
Ice-T,
One Last Wish,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.