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 Ukraine and from Seoul.
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 Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Tres Demented to the funk 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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Symarip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dorothy Ashby,
Erasure,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ten City,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Unrelated Segments,
Throbbing Gristle,
Roy Ayers,
Man Eating Sloth,
the Human League,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Lightning Bolt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Quantec,
Janne Schatter,
The Skatalites,
Infiniti,
The J.B.'s,
Archie Shepp,
Darondo,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Dead C,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Albert Ayler,
Todd Rundgren,
Aural Exciters,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
Robert Görl,
The Moody Blues,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Matthew Halsall,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Joensuu 1685,
Boredoms,
Lalann,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
Bauhaus,
Godley & Creme,
Reuben Wilson,
Magazine,
Silicon Teens,
R.M.O.,
Von Mondo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.