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 Paraguay and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the jazz 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All The Modern Lovers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Underground Resistance,
Swans,
The Evens,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Monks,
The Fugs,
Magma,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monolake,
Black Sheep,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
Lyres,
Warsaw,
L. Decosne,
Davy DMX,
Crispian St. Peters,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
The J.B.'s,
The Dirtbombs,
Neu!,
Jacob Miller,
Dave Gahan,
Masters at Work,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Susan Cadogan,
Supertramp,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Slick Rick,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deadbeat,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
The Walker Brothers,
New York Dolls,
Eurythmics,
Spoonie Gee,
The Monochrome Set,
Barclay James Harvest,
Matthew Bourne,
Massinfluence,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Pagans,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Talk Talk,
Don Cherry,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Barry Ungar,
Agitation Free,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
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.