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 Qatar and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 cv313 to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Absolute Body Control,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Buzzcocks,
Suburban Knight,
Icehouse,
The Five Americans,
Brand Nubian,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Suicide,
Spandau Ballet,
The Divine Comedy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Frankie Knuckles,
48th St. Collective,
The Zeros,
Maurizio,
The Kinks,
The Martian,
the Bar-Kays,
EPMD,
Flamin' Groovies,
Alice Coltrane,
Hashim,
Joe Finger,
Ronan,
The Wake,
Man Parrish,
The Index,
The Black Dice,
June Days,
UT,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Arthur Verocai,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Remains,
Young Marble Giants,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Monks,
Make Up,
Lungfish,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Angry Samoans,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DJ Sneak,
Parry Music,
John Coltrane,
Dual Sessions,
Derrick Morgan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.