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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 The Index to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Red Lorry Yellow Lorry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pere Ubu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grey Daturas,
Spandau Ballet,
Sight & Sound,
The Five Americans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Joey Negro,
The Kinks,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Unwound,
Barry Ungar,
Neu!,
X-102,
Interpol,
Joy Division,
Tropical Tobacco,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kerri Chandler,
Harmonia,
Boredoms,
The Blues Magoos,
Freddie Wadling,
Excepter,
The Mojo Men,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Mark Hollis,
Ludus,
Mr. Review,
Erasure,
The Victims,
Cybotron,
The Birthday Party,
Magazine,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
The Invisible,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Byron Stingily,
Ice-T,
The Tremeloes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Deakin,
Siglo XX,
the Human League,
Yusef Lateef,
Quando Quango,
The Motions,
Cecil Taylor,
Slick Rick,
Ponytail,
Thee Headcoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brand Nubian,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Quadrant,
Radiohead,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.