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 Pakistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Lightning Bolt to the crunk 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harmonia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Angry Samoans,
U.S. Maple,
Kas Product,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echospace,
Talk Talk,
Bauhaus,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Inner City,
Fluxion,
Lyres,
Matthew Halsall,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Technova,
Minutemen,
Mission of Burma,
Quantec,
Masters at Work,
Danielle Patucci,
Ohio Players,
LL Cool J,
Lindisfarne,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Dorothy Ashby,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Residents,
Barbara Tucker,
Gang of Four,
Kerri Chandler,
Skaos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
AZ,
Flash Fearless,
The Slackers,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Nico,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gabor Szabo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Jawbox,
Hot Snakes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Brick,
Zapp,
Fugazi,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.