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 United Kingdom and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Das Ding to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Unwound. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delon & Dalcan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Alison Limerick,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Piero Umiliani,
Bill Wells,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Massinfluence,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry,
The Vogues,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
Michelle Simonal,
The Modern Lovers,
Skarface,
Can,
Pierre Henry,
DJ Style,
Rod Modell,
Roxy Music,
Carl Craig,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Adolescents,
Bobby Womack,
Sun Ra,
Essential Logic,
The Slackers,
Kurtis Blow,
Average White Band,
Arthur Verocai,
Parry Music,
The Grass Roots,
Clear Light,
John Coltrane,
Ituana,
Roy Ayers,
The Move,
Wings,
Kerrie Biddell,
Theoretical Girls,
Los Fastidios,
Section 25,
Vladislav Delay,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter and Kerry,
This Heat,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Connie Case,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.