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 Macedonia and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Quadrant to the crunk 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scratch Acid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Danielle Patucci,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Mad Mike,
ABBA,
Anakelly,
Joy Division,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
The Smiths,
Marshall Jefferson,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
The Slackers,
The Moody Blues,
UT,
Scientists,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marmalade,
Faraquet,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Crooked Eye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Pussy Galore,
Infiniti,
Black Moon,
Lower 48,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Livin' Joy,
Joey Negro,
World's Most,
The New Christs,
The Fall,
The Blackbyrds,
Public Enemy,
The Happenings,
PIL,
Spandau Ballet,
Bootsy Collins,
Depeche Mode,
Newcleus,
Faust,
John Foxx,
Wire,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Ponytail,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Hood,
Kool Moe Dee,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.