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 Fiji and from Beijing.
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 Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Scrapy to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
The Velvet Underground,
Simply Red,
Rites of Spring,
The Walker Brothers,
Little Man,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang of Four,
Pierre Henry,
Tim Buckley,
One Last Wish,
Kas Product,
Peter and Kerry,
Bang On A Can,
Davy DMX,
Sällskapet,
The Sonics,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Von Mondo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alison Limerick,
Unrelated Segments,
David Bowie,
The Fortunes,
Tropical Tobacco,
Livin' Joy,
The Fire Engines,
The American Breed,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Techniques,
The Sound,
Masters at Work,
Juan Atkins,
The Remains,
The Standells,
Model 500,
Slave,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Chris Corsano,
Warren Ellis,
Royal Trux,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick May,
Jacob Miller,
OOIOO,
a-ha,
Swell Maps,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.