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 Nicaragua and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Michelle Simonal to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultravox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Lou Reed,
cv313,
Icehouse,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
The Dead C,
Skriet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Fela Kuti,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Fania All-Stars,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Altered Images,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marmalade,
The Blues Magoos,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
La Düsseldorf,
E-Dancer,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
Lalann,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
New York Dolls,
Grauzone,
One Last Wish,
Jerry's Kids,
Scientists,
Sparks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
Scott Walker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Darondo,
Inner City,
The Walker Brothers,
The Flesh Eaters,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Clarke,
Sam Rivers,
Nirvana,
Moebius,
the Association,
Dead Boys,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
the Bar-Kays,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scrapy,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.