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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Robert Palmer 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 Morten Harket 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dirtbombs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Five Americans,
Joensuu 1685,
Whodini,
John Cale,
Kurtis Blow,
Panda Bear,
A Certain Ratio,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ice-T,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Arthur Verocai,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Sugar Minott,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Second Layer,
Bluetip,
The Golliwogs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Dead Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Morten Harket,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grey Daturas,
Sound Behaviour,
Make Up,
Deakin,
Robert Wyatt,
Underground Resistance,
U.S. Maple,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
The Slits,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mad Mike,
Vainqueur,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Procol Harum,
The Barracudas,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Hardrive,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
John Coltrane,
Amon Düül,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Silicon Teens,
The Zeros,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.