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 New Zealand and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 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 Nirvana to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Womack record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Janne Schatter,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Porter Ricks,
Rekid,
Colin Newman,
Sarah Menescal,
Cal Tjader,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Detroit Cobras,
Heaven 17,
New Order,
Wings,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Jeff Mills,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doors,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
Sam Rivers,
Erykah Badu,
Mark Hollis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
48th St. Collective,
Tom Boy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eric Copeland,
Terry Callier,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Hot Snakes,
Theoretical Girls,
Crime,
DJ Style,
Lindisfarne,
Todd Terry,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Slick Rick,
Slave,
Clear Light,
Alison Limerick,
Shuggie Otis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Agitation Free,
Rosa Yemen,
E-Dancer,
Todd Rundgren,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Moon,
The Cramps,
Derrick Morgan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.