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 Luxembourg and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tim Buckley to the grime 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four,
Swans,
Don Cherry,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Magazine,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Reagan Youth,
Steve Hackett,
Robert Wyatt,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Tommy Roe,
Barclay James Harvest,
Oneida,
Japan,
Pussy Galore,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Patti Smith,
Rekid,
Ohio Players,
U.S. Maple,
Sam Rivers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sällskapet,
Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Y Pants,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
China Crisis,
Mars,
The Saints,
Wire,
Deepchord,
Grauzone,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Joe Finger,
The Misunderstood,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Audionom,
Fugazi,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gong,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
The Stooges,
Babytalk,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.