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 Paraguay and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Scientists to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
June Days,
The Litter,
The Invisible,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sound Behaviour,
Accadde A,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Slackers,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Electric Prunes,
Joensuu 1685,
Saccharine Trust,
Ice-T,
Unrelated Segments,
Arthur Verocai,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Trojans,
T.S.O.L.,
Guru Guru,
Hashim,
L. Decosne,
Sonic Youth,
Maleditus Sound,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Names,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonny Sharrock,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Matthew Bourne,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Whodini,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
Suicide,
cv313,
Yazoo,
Chrome,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Underground Resistance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Hardrive,
Pantytec,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.