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 Madagascar and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Manila.
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 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 Scrapy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Ludus,
Television,
Khruangbin,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fall,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Halsall,
New Order,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Fuzztones,
Moby Grape,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Blossom Toes,
D'Angelo,
10cc,
Lungfish,
Infiniti,
Aswad,
The Selecter,
Isaac Hayes,
Niagra,
48th St. Collective,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ten City,
June of 44,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rod Modell,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
The Move,
Andrew Hill,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hoover,
Aloha Tigers,
Goldenarms,
Kayak,
Amazonics,
Lou Reed,
Liliput,
Jeff Lynne,
Ultra Naté,
The Neon Judgement,
The Happenings,
X-101,
The Pop Group,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Byrd,
Davy DMX,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sällskapet,
Maleditus Sound,
Groovy Waters,
Guru Guru,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.