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 Oman and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Rekid to the rap 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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Scratch Acid,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Unwound,
Accadde A,
Funkadelic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mars,
Stereo Dub,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
The Dirtbombs,
Ronnie Foster,
Kerri Chandler,
MC5,
Tears for Fears,
Minutemen,
8 Eyed Spy,
New York Dolls,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kas Product,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
Au Pairs,
Fad Gadget,
Yusef Lateef,
Donald Byrd,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Absolute Body Control,
Bob Dylan,
the Sonics,
The Smoke,
Pagans,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Minor Threat,
Ituana,
The Index,
Black Sheep,
Pere Ubu,
Depeche Mode,
Delta 5,
X-Ray Spex,
This Heat,
Parry Music,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Bar-Kays,
Von Mondo,
Babytalk,
the Swans,
Swell Maps,
Groovy Waters,
Jacob Miller,
Guru Guru,
F. McDonald,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.