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 Portugal and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 kango's stein massive to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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,
Black Pus,
Grandmaster Flash,
John Lydon,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Depeche Mode,
Faraquet,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Gang of Four,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Wasted Youth,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Byron Stingily,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Vogues,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bronski Beat,
Chrome,
Lakeside,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
E-Dancer,
Eve St. Jones,
Aural Exciters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Schoolly D,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pussy Galore,
Lungfish,
Davy DMX,
This Heat,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Slave,
Shuggie Otis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mummies,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Throbbing Gristle,
Brothers Johnson,
Max Romeo,
In Retrospect,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Bourne,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.