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 Turkey 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Arthur Verocai to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Eric Dolphy,
Ohio Players,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Lou Christie,
Sex Pistols,
Janne Schatter,
Iggy Pop,
The Offenders,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Carl Craig,
Procol Harum,
Aaron Thompson,
Das Ding,
Skarface,
The Gories,
Eli Mardock,
Ponytail,
Eurythmics,
The Angels of Light,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Danielle Patucci,
In Retrospect,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Steve Hackett,
Wire,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Oblivians,
The Residents,
Rites of Spring,
Faust,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Byrd,
Nirvana,
The Slackers,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Star Department,
the Slits,
Can,
The Durutti Column,
the Germs,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Bauhaus,
Grauzone,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Y Pants,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Siglo XX,
Robert Hood,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.