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 Chad and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Smoke to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mandrill. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Freddie Wadling,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Residents,
Harmonia,
The Music Machine,
Swell Maps,
Clear Light,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sex Pistols,
Grauzone,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Monks,
Fear,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Moebius,
Main Source,
Spoonie Gee,
Metal Thangz,
The Busters,
Theoretical Girls,
AZ,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
the Germs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Newcleus,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Sixth Finger,
Jeff Mills,
Sister Nancy,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Maurizio,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
The Electric Prunes,
Sexual Harrassment,
Outsiders,
Roxy Music,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rakim,
Magma,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cybotron,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bronski Beat,
Crispian St. Peters,
Q65,
Suburban Knight,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.