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 Andorra and from Lyon.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Youth Brigade to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Peter & Gordon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris Corsano record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Alton Ellis,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minnie Riperton,
The Fuzztones,
Half Japanese,
Agitation Free,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The American Breed,
Easy Going,
Marshall Jefferson,
Charles Mingus,
Flipper,
Sällskapet,
Shuggie Otis,
Scion,
Amazonics,
Eve St. Jones,
New York Dolls,
Essential Logic,
Todd Rundgren,
Bang On A Can,
Radio Birdman,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Sarah Menescal,
Bill Wells,
48th St. Collective,
Steve Hackett,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Michelle Simonal,
Chris & Cosey,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Bourne,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Clear Light,
Unrelated Segments,
DJ Sneak,
Whodini,
Mantronix,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Pus,
The Tremeloes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Blancmange,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Can,
Chris Corsano,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Livin' Joy,
Magazine,
Absolute Body Control,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade, Marmalade.
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.