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 Sudan and from Halifax.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Charles Mingus to the disco 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 Neil Young. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Vainqueur,
The New Christs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sex Pistols,
MDC,
The Kinks,
Audionom,
B.T. Express,
John Cale,
Tommy Roe,
Dual Sessions,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Avey Tare,
Soft Cell,
Severed Heads,
Blossom Toes,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Howard Jones,
Ituana,
Dawn Penn,
Warsaw,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Japan,
The Tremeloes,
The Stooges,
Kas Product,
Gastr Del Sol,
Desert Stars,
The Associates,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
The Evens,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Fat Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pierre Henry,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick May,
Hot Snakes,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Black Sheep,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Junior Murvin,
Johnny Osbourne,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mo-Dettes,
the Soft Cell,
Crooked Eye,
Average White Band,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.