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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Accra.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Metal Thangz to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Alphaville,
The Red Krayola,
The Dead C,
Deadbeat,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Carl Craig,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DNA,
Skriet,
Delta 5,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
Blancmange,
the Slits,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Rufus Thomas,
Desert Stars,
The Cure,
Eve St. Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mad Mike,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Pantaleimon,
Brick,
Audionom,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Gang Starr,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Music Machine,
Flash Fearless,
The Black Dice,
F. McDonald,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tim Buckley,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Rakim,
Yazoo,
Altered Images,
Warsaw,
Royal Trux,
Roy Ayers,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Thee Headcoats,
John Cale,
The Star Department,
Suicide,
Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti, Infiniti.
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.