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 Chad and from Cairo.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Ultra Naté to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Qualms,
The Birthday Party,
the Swans,
The Fuzztones,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Terrestrial Tones,
Mo-Dettes,
OOIOO,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
X-102,
Nas,
Magma,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kerri Chandler,
David Bowie,
Ice-T,
Wings,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
Unwound,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Make Up,
Andrew Hill,
Funky Four + One,
Cybotron,
Television Personalities,
Harry Pussy,
Stetsasonic,
Carl Craig,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Shoche,
Con Funk Shun,
T. Rex,
Oneida,
Prince Buster,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
The Count Five,
Juan Atkins,
Yaz,
World's Most,
Roxy Music,
Young Marble Giants,
Scratch Acid,
Brothers Johnson,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
E-Dancer,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Idris Muhammad,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Anakelly,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.