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 Djibouti and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 John Holt to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
Lalann,
The Kinks,
Quadrant,
The Doobie Brothers,
Das Ding,
Pussy Galore,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Steve Hackett,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neil Young,
Animal Collective,
Sonic Youth,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Royal Trux,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dead Boys,
Swans,
Outsiders,
Terry Callier,
Althea and Donna,
DJ Style,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rites of Spring,
Second Layer,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gap Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Black Dice,
Bobby Sherman,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Amon Düül II,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lightning Bolt,
Little Man,
Amazonics,
Fluxion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Siglo XX,
H. Thieme,
James White and The Blacks,
Schoolly D,
PIL,
Jerry's Kids,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Skarface,
Joyce Sims,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Reagan Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
Alison Limerick,
Radiohead,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.