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 Haiti and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Joey Negro to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
Brass Construction,
Carl Craig,
The Martian,
Ohio Players,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
John Coltrane,
Make Up,
Tomorrow,
Archie Shepp,
Johnny Clarke,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
The Fortunes,
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Monochrome Set,
Groovy Waters,
Jandek,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reagan Youth,
Surgeon,
Traffic Nightmare,
Icehouse,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Swans,
Yellowson,
The American Breed,
Bauhaus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Searchers,
Livin' Joy,
Gang of Four,
Nico,
Joe Smooth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television Personalities,
Slick Rick,
Iggy Pop,
Tom Boy,
Todd Rundgren,
Au Pairs,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
X-102,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The New Christs,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy Collins,
Guru Guru,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.