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 India and from Shanghai.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Amon Düül to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Essential Logic. All the underground hits.
All Darondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Bill Near,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Smog,
ABC,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Divine Comedy,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
Vladislav Delay,
Simply Red,
The Remains,
X-102,
Blancmange,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick May,
Dark Day,
Radiohead,
Jimmy McGriff,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bush Tetras,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
Suburban Knight,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Laurel Aitken,
The Techniques,
James White and The Blacks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cheater Slicks,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doors,
The Monks,
Ultra Naté,
a-ha,
The Durutti Column,
Whodini,
Index,
MDC,
The Skatalites,
Kerrie Biddell,
Reuben Wilson,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Sonic Youth,
Letta Mbulu,
The Blues Magoos,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
The Raincoats,
The Five Americans,
Tim Buckley,
The Victims,
Skriet, Skriet, Skriet, Skriet.
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.