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 Guatemala and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Grass Roots to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Sonic Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Camberwell Now,
10cc,
Trumans Water,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
Nico,
Quantec,
Crash Course in Science,
Grey Daturas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Invisible,
Supertramp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sonic Youth,
Babytalk,
Ten City,
Spoonie Gee,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rites of Spring,
Technova,
Flamin' Groovies,
Boredoms,
Hasil Adkins,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
kango's stein massive,
Mars,
Ludus,
Wings,
Main Source,
Sexual Harrassment,
Todd Terry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jerry's Kids,
Howard Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
The American Breed,
Roxette,
David Bowie,
Sight & Sound,
The Skatalites,
The Monochrome Set,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Interpol,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pussy Galore,
Popol Vuh,
World's Most,
Eric Copeland,
UT,
Moebius,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.