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 Japan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Sparks to the disco 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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Camberwell Now,
The Names,
Infiniti,
The Fire Engines,
Bootsy Collins,
Zapp,
Jacques Brel,
The Golliwogs,
Godley & Creme,
Symarip,
Model 500,
Neil Young,
Black Bananas,
Bobby Byrd,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Black Moon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
The Barracudas,
Little Man,
Todd Rundgren,
kango's stein massive,
Blancmange,
The Index,
Althea and Donna,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Mantronix,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Moss Icon,
Audionom,
The J.B.'s,
Curtis Mayfield,
Basic Channel,
Ituana,
Spandau Ballet,
Funkadelic,
Mary Jane Girls,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Seeds,
Index,
Amazonics,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Sight & Sound,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
Loose Ends,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.