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 Guyana and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mumbai.
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 snare 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk 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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Second Layer,
The Dead C,
The Modern Lovers,
Liliput,
Pussy Galore,
China Crisis,
Average White Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Adolescents,
Groovy Waters,
Quando Quango,
One Last Wish,
Wasted Youth,
The Pretty Things,
Qualms,
Animal Collective,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Barrington Levy,
Agitation Free,
Neu!,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Ten City,
Mad Mike,
The Leaves,
Eric Dolphy,
Sarah Menescal,
Barbara Tucker,
Accadde A,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Von Mondo,
Ice-T,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Alton Ellis,
Television,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
The Real Kids,
The Evens,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ossler,
Bobby Womack,
Model 500,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Jeff Lynne,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minny Pops,
UT,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.