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 Macedonia and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Hong Kong and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Offenders. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxette,
Kayak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers,
The Mojo Men,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
Crime,
X-102,
Public Enemy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Popol Vuh,
Laurel Aitken,
Aloha Tigers,
Nick Fraelich,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
The Moody Blues,
The Knickerbockers,
Glenn Branca,
Arab on Radar,
Hashim,
Ludus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fugs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Cowsills,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Desert Stars,
David McCallum,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ohio Players,
Accadde A,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Scion,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Negative Approach,
Don Cherry,
Blake Baxter,
Drexciya,
The Sonics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Traffic Nightmare,
Television Personalities,
John Cale,
Organ,
Jimmy McGriff,
Yazoo,
48th St. Collective,
Stetsasonic,
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.