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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
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 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 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 China Crisis to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Minor Threat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a H. Thieme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
Anthony Braxton,
Tom Boy,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Blake Baxter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Skarface,
Ralphi Rosario,
The United States of America,
The Velvet Underground,
Pulsallama,
Subhumans,
Matthew Halsall,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
The Blues Magoos,
The Young Rascals,
Crash Course in Science,
Deepchord,
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
James White and The Blacks,
Michelle Simonal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Goldenarms,
Franke,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Leaves,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalann,
Toni Rubio,
Tim Buckley,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joensuu 1685,
10cc,
Von Mondo,
Mr. Review,
Icehouse,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gang Starr,
Spandau Ballet,
The Selecter,
Todd Terry,
Roxette,
Outsiders,
Joey Negro,
Soulsonic Force,
Metal Thangz,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.