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 Austria and from Toronto.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Frankie Knuckles to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Harpers Bizarre tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Yusef Lateef,
Michelle Simonal,
X-102,
Section 25,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
Bauhaus,
Shoche,
Spandau Ballet,
Khruangbin,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Index,
Livin' Joy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Fela Kuti,
Qualms,
Robert Hood,
X-101,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Barbara Tucker,
The Skatalites,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
L. Decosne,
This Heat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
The Cure,
Ten City,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thee Headcoats,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
Maleditus Sound,
Depeche Mode,
Fugazi,
Masters at Work,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
the Slits,
Desert Stars,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Real Kids,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Black Moon,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.