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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 The Monochrome Set to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
The Birthday Party,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New York Dolls,
The Knickerbockers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fatback Band,
Aaron Thompson,
Pantaleimon,
Reagan Youth,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Last Poets,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Dolphy,
The Saints,
Unwound,
The Vogues,
Reuben Wilson,
Rapeman,
Connie Case,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
The Victims,
MC5,
Brass Construction,
Faust,
Cluster,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Adolescents,
DNA,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Standells,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
Shoche,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
FM Einheit,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Blancmange,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Joey Negro,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Selecter,
David Axelrod,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
Curtis Mayfield,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.