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 Togo and from Columbus.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flamin' Groovies record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Techniques,
Neu!,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pet Shop Boys,
Rakim,
Lucky Dragons,
Althea and Donna,
Eli Mardock,
Stereo Dub,
OOIOO,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Panda Bear,
Sällskapet,
Camouflage,
Lungfish,
Tomorrow,
Mark Hollis,
Essential Logic,
Gichy Dan,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
The Slackers,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Franke,
Porter Ricks,
Buzzcocks,
the Association,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Blues Magoos,
Flipper,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bluetip,
Nirvana,
Nation of Ulysses,
Piero Umiliani,
Ten City,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Fuzztones,
Chris Corsano,
Khruangbin,
Maurizio,
The Cramps,
Don Cherry,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skarface,
The Music Machine,
Judy Mowatt,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Smiths,
The Grass Roots,
Jacques Brel,
Iggy Pop,
The Golliwogs,
Jandek,
Ituana, Ituana, Ituana, Ituana.
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.