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 Belarus and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
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 ABC to the grunge 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Unwound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
the Fania All-Stars,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Todd Terry,
Boz Scaggs,
cv313,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Popol Vuh,
Sister Nancy,
Brick,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Zapp,
Jandek,
Aural Exciters,
The Gap Band,
Infiniti,
Model 500,
A Certain Ratio,
The Motions,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Peter & Gordon,
Deakin,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Japan,
The Buckinghams,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Mojo Men,
The Blues Magoos,
Magazine,
Lalo Schifrin,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Man Parrish,
Skarface,
Second Layer,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
Pantytec,
Lower 48,
Brothers Johnson,
Swell Maps,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Swans,
Zero Boys,
Moby Grape,
June of 44,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Joensuu 1685,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
Faust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.