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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 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 Bob Dylan to the funk 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 Joey Negro. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry Gold Smith 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
ABBA,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bill Near,
Section 25,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
Kool Moe Dee,
Babytalk,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Faust,
Connie Case,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
B.T. Express,
The Barracudas,
Motorama,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Dead C,
The Fortunes,
The Misunderstood,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Reuben Wilson,
Infiniti,
Boredoms,
Yazoo,
Minutemen,
Pylon,
Dave Gahan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Accadde A,
Soul II Soul,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Second Layer,
Chris Corsano,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Basic Channel,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Black Flag,
JFA,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Index,
Hashim,
Siglo XX,
X-Ray Spex,
The Star Department,
Jacques Brel,
The Birthday Party,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.