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 Uruguay and from Philadelphia.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 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 Half Japanese to the punk 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 Lalann. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Michelle Simonal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Vainqueur,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Magma,
La Düsseldorf,
Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Popol Vuh,
Porter Ricks,
Junior Murvin,
Mars,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Anthony Braxton,
Brothers Johnson,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Hasil Adkins,
Pussy Galore,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Radio Birdman,
Hardrive,
June Days,
Eurythmics,
Grauzone,
The Monochrome Set,
Moebius,
Ornette Coleman,
Aaron Thompson,
Liliput,
Aloha Tigers,
Massinfluence,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
In Retrospect,
Theoretical Girls,
Simply Red,
Flamin' Groovies,
Bobby Hutcherson,
the Swans,
Icehouse,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ice-T,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Wells,
Drive Like Jehu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Excepter,
Stiv Bators,
Spoonie Gee,
Althea and Donna,
Inner City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Kevin Saunderson,
Carl Craig,
Television Personalities,
Nico,
Duran Duran,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Busters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Fugazi,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.