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 Uzbekistan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Donald Fagen 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 Y Pants to the funk 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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fat Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Excepter,
Heaven 17,
Lucky Dragons,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
The Standells,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Young Rascals,
Cal Tjader,
Barry Ungar,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bob Dylan,
Slick Rick,
Sixth Finger,
Moebius,
Eden Ahbez,
Motorama,
Gabor Szabo,
Eddi Front,
Minny Pops,
Quadrant,
MC5,
Fugazi,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Franke,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Marvin Gaye,
Arcadia,
Mantronix,
Joyce Sims,
Bobby Byrd,
X-101,
Pylon,
the Sonics,
Adolescents,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kas Product,
Alton Ellis,
Subhumans,
Wire,
Tommy Roe,
Rekid,
Michelle Simonal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Eric Dolphy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Black Pus,
Outsiders,
Vladislav Delay,
Kerrie Biddell,
Warren Ellis,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.