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 Belarus and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Taipei.
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 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 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 Public Enemy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Standells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Duran Duran,
Easy Going,
The Searchers,
John Lydon,
The Slackers,
Deepchord,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Isaac Hayes,
Bauhaus,
DNA,
Derrick May,
Unwound,
Parry Music,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Move,
Loose Ends,
Siglo XX,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
The Offenders,
Leonard Cohen,
Dorothy Ashby,
Flipper,
Oneida,
Dark Day,
Lindisfarne,
Wasted Youth,
Liliput,
The Pop Group,
Main Source,
Pantytec,
The Stooges,
The Remains,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Sparks,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Barry Ungar,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scion,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
The Monks,
Nils Olav,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Brick,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sugar Minott,
Fatback Band,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.