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 Kiribati and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Tom Verlaine 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Organ,
Sight & Sound,
Oneida,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rapeman,
This Heat,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Magma,
Colin Newman,
Dark Day,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Moebius,
The Names,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
The Beau Brummels,
Moby Grape,
CMW,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
In Retrospect,
Lakeside,
Robert Wyatt,
Traffic Nightmare,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
Khruangbin,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Todd Terry,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxy Music,
Theoretical Girls,
John Lydon,
Little Man,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Monochrome Set,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
10cc,
Kayak,
Godley & Creme,
Joey Negro,
Bush Tetras,
Joyce Sims,
Blancmange,
Negative Approach,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Bad Manners,
Audionom,
Fatback Band,
Q and Not U,
Liliput,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.