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 Rwanda and from Edmonton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
U.S. Maple,
Yazoo,
Franke,
JFA,
Cybotron,
Curtis Mayfield,
Josef K,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Davy DMX,
Index,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Misunderstood,
Malaria!,
These Immortal Souls,
A Certain Ratio,
Hoover,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Germs,
the Human League,
Country Teasers,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barry Ungar,
Barbara Tucker,
Alison Limerick,
The Fall,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joyce Sims,
Electric Prunes,
Subhumans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Neon Judgement,
CMW,
Patti Smith,
Wire,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Music Machine,
Public Enemy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Stetsasonic,
Glambeats Corp.,
Heaven 17,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalo Schifrin,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.