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 Iraq and from New York.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All Qualms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Lou Christie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Icehouse,
Barry Ungar,
Piero Umiliani,
Sun City Girls,
the Association,
Davy DMX,
Glenn Branca,
Tres Demented,
Young Marble Giants,
Marine Girls,
Patti Smith,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Siglo XX,
Half Japanese,
Chrome,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Fania All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Evens,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grey Daturas,
Minny Pops,
Idris Muhammad,
David Bowie,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Bang On A Can,
Marmalade,
Mo-Dettes,
Arab on Radar,
The Star Department,
Shuggie Otis,
The Count Five,
Ohio Players,
The Misunderstood,
The Dave Clark Five,
Sixth Finger,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
Todd Rundgren,
the Normal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Mark Hollis,
Yusef Lateef,
Sex Pistols,
Reagan Youth,
Supertramp,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Rekid,
The Vogues,
The Victims,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.