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 Equatorial Guinea and from New York.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Joe Smooth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Shoche,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Masters at Work,
New Order,
Au Pairs,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Cecil Taylor,
Nico,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
The Cowsills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joe Finger,
Flash Fearless,
Suicide,
Fatback Band,
The Tremeloes,
Ponytail,
Duran Duran,
B.T. Express,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
The Seeds,
Ten City,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cal Tjader,
Cymande,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smoke,
Bush Tetras,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Black Moon,
The Golliwogs,
Black Flag,
Animal Collective,
Barry Ungar,
The Move,
Smog,
Sällskapet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Electric Prunes,
Ohio Players,
48th St. Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Arab on Radar,
Joey Negro,
Underground Resistance,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
The Star Department,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.