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 Mali and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Fatback Band to the disco 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 The Martian. All the underground hits.
All Janne Schatter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Toni Rubio,
Desert Stars,
H. Thieme,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Eric Copeland,
Pole,
Fela Kuti,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Moss Icon,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Harpers Bizarre,
David McCallum,
Alton Ellis,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Unrelated Segments,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Kevin Saunderson,
Aswad,
Pagans,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
The Residents,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oblivians,
Leonard Cohen,
the Swans,
The Angels of Light,
Y Pants,
Livin' Joy,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ponytail,
The United States of America,
Peter & Gordon,
Deadbeat,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Cale,
Ice-T,
Soft Cell,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Glambeats Corp.,
Zapp,
Tim Buckley,
Susan Cadogan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Yazoo,
Lucky Dragons,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Barbara Tucker,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.