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 Sri Lanka and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the electroclash 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 Dead Boys. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Deakin,
Trumans Water,
Second Layer,
The Real Kids,
Warren Ellis,
Albert Ayler,
Roy Ayers,
Theoretical Girls,
Organ,
Bizarre Inc.,
CMW,
Chrome,
Sam Rivers,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
The Angels of Light,
Scan 7,
Danielle Patucci,
Fugazi,
Lindisfarne,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
The Modern Lovers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Don Cherry,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
A Certain Ratio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Liliput,
R.M.O.,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Green,
Can,
cv313,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Pole,
Whodini,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Index,
Josef K,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
Pulsallama,
Young Marble Giants,
Reuben Wilson,
Wolf Eyes,
Glenn Branca,
Girls At Our Best!,
Swans,
Newcleus,
Yusef Lateef,
Terry Callier,
Mo-Dettes,
Jacques Brel,
Harmonia,
Eric Copeland,
The Move,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.