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 Somalia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 David Bowie 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Cowsills,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Hasil Adkins,
Eve St. Jones,
H. Thieme,
Oblivians,
Black Pus,
Funkadelic,
Von Mondo,
The Leaves,
The United States of America,
K-Klass,
Clear Light,
The Moleskins,
Lungfish,
Joe Smooth,
The New Christs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June of 44,
Pylon,
U.S. Maple,
The Mojo Men,
Mo-Dettes,
Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Neon Judgement,
Porter Ricks,
The Cure,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Suburban Knight,
Brand Nubian,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Delon & Dalcan,
Soft Cell,
Gang Green,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Görl,
The Fuzztones,
The Wake,
Tears for Fears,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Wally Richardson,
Swell Maps,
Judy Mowatt,
Japan,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sällskapet,
Jerry's Kids,
E-Dancer,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.