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 Chad and from Delhi.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))) to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Q65 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Anakelly,
Thee Headcoats,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ornette Coleman,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
Monks,
The Gladiators,
Hoover,
X-101,
Barry Ungar,
David Axelrod,
The Cowsills,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Yazoo,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Das Ding,
Suicide,
Japan,
The Cure,
cv313,
The Sound,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Alton Ellis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Darondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fortunes,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Pet Shop Boys,
Q and Not U,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Porter Ricks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Ice-T,
Skaos,
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Lindisfarne,
Theoretical Girls,
Cluster,
Clear Light,
Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth, Joe Smooth.
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.