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 Barbados and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Stockholm Monsters to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Terry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Fluxion,
Sonic Youth,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Leonard Cohen,
David Bowie,
Mark Hollis,
Moby Grape,
Eddi Front,
Steve Hackett,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
The Walker Brothers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minny Pops,
OOIOO,
Bizarre Inc.,
Subhumans,
June of 44,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
Yusef Lateef,
the Sonics,
Slave,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
The J.B.'s,
AZ,
Black Pus,
Whodini,
David Axelrod,
Toni Rubio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Simply Red,
Depeche Mode,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Human League,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Godley & Creme,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
This Heat,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.