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 Nepal and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Yazoo to the electroclash 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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse 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?
Boz Scaggs,
H. Thieme,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mandrill,
The Gladiators,
Lightning Bolt,
a-ha,
Radiohead,
The Victims,
Max Romeo,
Funky Four + One,
Throbbing Gristle,
Arab on Radar,
Cluster,
D'Angelo,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Crooked Eye,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fugazi,
Rapeman,
Bobby Womack,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Barbara Tucker,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Pere Ubu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Maleditus Sound,
The Litter,
Alison Limerick,
Desert Stars,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
E-Dancer,
The Slackers,
Joey Negro,
CMW,
Dead Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sam Rivers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sister Nancy,
Ornette Coleman,
U.S. Maple,
Circle Jerks,
The Dead C,
Drive Like Jehu,
F. McDonald,
La Düsseldorf,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.