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 Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Rhythm & Sound 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 Joy Division. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Aswad,
The Birthday Party,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
This Heat,
Ken Boothe,
The Vogues,
The Divine Comedy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fad Gadget,
The Last Poets,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Skriet,
Peter & Gordon,
Bill Near,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
Main Source,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Infiniti,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter and Kerry,
Idris Muhammad,
Kurtis Blow,
Crash Course in Science,
Talk Talk,
Marvin Gaye,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Residents,
Nick Fraelich,
MC5,
Suicide,
Rotary Connection,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Trumans Water,
The Busters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Schoolly D,
Sister Nancy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Panda Bear,
Soul Sonic Force,
Amon Düül,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Babytalk,
Black Flag,
Marc Almond,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
U.S. Maple,
The Star Department,
Laurel Aitken,
Crispian St. Peters,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sixth Finger,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.