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 Bangladesh and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Rhythm & Sound to the grime 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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dual Sessions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-101 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
48th St. Collective,
Juan Atkins,
Cecil Taylor,
Gichy Dan,
Alison Limerick,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The Slackers,
Swans,
DJ Sneak,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Beau Brummels,
Bauhaus,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kool Moe Dee,
Whodini,
Bootsy Collins,
DNA,
Bronski Beat,
Junior Murvin,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Human League,
Skarface,
Radiopuhelimet,
Minor Threat,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Slave,
Lalann,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Index,
Alphaville,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
The Residents,
Piero Umiliani,
Charles Mingus,
The Barracudas,
Skaos,
MC5,
Scott Walker,
Black Sheep,
Grandmaster Flash,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Yusef Lateef,
Make Up,
Joey Negro,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
Barrington Levy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.