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 El Salvador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Pussy Galore to the grunge 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Soft Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Banda Bassotti,
Glambeats Corp.,
D'Angelo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sonics,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
The Index,
Buzzcocks,
Cal Tjader,
Tropical Tobacco,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Peter & Gordon,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Iggy Pop,
Girls At Our Best!,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Vogues,
The Happenings,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Finger,
ABC,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Blackbyrds,
Gong,
Stereo Dub,
Jandek,
Bobby Byrd,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brass Construction,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
Mantronix,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bluetip,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
The Golliwogs,
The Barracudas,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion,
The Monochrome Set,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
Minor Threat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Subhumans,
Man Eating Sloth,
Aswad,
Motorama,
Quantec,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Arab on Radar,
Derrick Morgan,
Japan,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.