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 Armenia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hasil Adkins,
Glenn Branca,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lalo Schifrin,
Con Funk Shun,
The Evens,
Idris Muhammad,
The United States of America,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Youth Brigade,
Man Parrish,
China Crisis,
Barry Ungar,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Hashim,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Iggy Pop,
Sandy B,
The Modern Lovers,
The Moody Blues,
Livin' Joy,
Alice Coltrane,
The Dirtbombs,
The Electric Prunes,
Panda Bear,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marcia Griffiths,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
Bill Near,
EPMD,
The Blackbyrds,
Rapeman,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Skatalites,
Neu!,
Maleditus Sound,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Rites of Spring,
Graham Central Station,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Schoolly D,
The Names,
FM Einheit,
The Black Dice,
Agent Orange,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Flash Fearless,
Sun Ra,
Jeff Mills,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.