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 Morocco and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1973 at the first Television 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Althea and Donna record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Connie Case,
The Beau Brummels,
The Litter,
Ice-T,
Nik Kershaw,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cal Tjader,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Marine Girls,
The Fall,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Groovy Waters,
X-102,
Ponytail,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
Graham Central Station,
Talk Talk,
Todd Terry,
Bootsy Collins,
Colin Newman,
Drexciya,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Bar-Kays,
Carl Craig,
Jawbox,
Soul II Soul,
The Black Dice,
Matthew Halsall,
The Motions,
Robert Hood,
Chrome,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Fire Engines,
Kurtis Blow,
The American Breed,
Arab on Radar,
Tropical Tobacco,
Agitation Free,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
The Angels of Light,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Sonics,
The Trojans,
Zero Boys,
the Sonics,
The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers, The Walker Brothers.
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.