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 Yemen and from Delhi.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Kinks to the grunge 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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Donny Hathaway,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Depeche Mode,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Sonics,
Lightning Bolt,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Newcleus,
Parry Music,
The Dead C,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rites of Spring,
Japan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Talk Talk,
Aural Exciters,
the Germs,
Bronski Beat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Cal Tjader,
Crash Course in Science,
Tim Buckley,
Flash Fearless,
Interpol,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Lalo Schifrin,
Delon & Dalcan,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Yazoo,
Eli Mardock,
The Martian,
Easy Going,
Radio Birdman,
Black Flag,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
The Busters,
Ohio Players,
The United States of America,
The Modern Lovers,
Metal Thangz,
A Certain Ratio,
Rekid,
Trumans Water,
Traffic Nightmare,
Pylon,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Arcadia,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff, Jimmy McGriff.
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.