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 Bulgaria and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 kango's stein massive to the dance 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Trumans Water record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
T. Rex,
Second Layer,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soft Cell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
DJ Style,
Isaac Hayes,
Sound Behaviour,
X-102,
Oneida,
The Martian,
Chrome,
Jacob Miller,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Davy DMX,
Excepter,
Joe Smooth,
Alton Ellis,
Ten City,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pylon,
Harry Pussy,
Rosa Yemen,
Curtis Mayfield,
Mission of Burma,
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bronski Beat,
The Doors,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Average White Band,
Scion,
Dawn Penn,
Outsiders,
The Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hardrive,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
Pole,
The Mojo Men,
Surgeon,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-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.