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 Japan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jimmy McGriff. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Music Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Selecter,
Livin' Joy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fela Kuti,
ABC,
Black Sheep,
KRS-One,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Human League,
The Sonics,
U.S. Maple,
Lyres,
Yusef Lateef,
Isaac Hayes,
Pagans,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Remains,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ken Boothe,
the Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Fat Boys,
Rosa Yemen,
Newcleus,
Crime,
Tom Boy,
Barry Ungar,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bronski Beat,
Talk Talk,
Gong,
UT,
Kerri Chandler,
Pantytec,
Nick Fraelich,
In Retrospect,
Ossler,
Prince Buster,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
the Normal,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cal Tjader,
Pharoah Sanders,
Symarip,
The Fall,
Chris Corsano,
Circle Jerks,
FM Einheit,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
the Germs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
This Heat,
Kurtis Blow,
Tubeway Army,
Jandek,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.