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 Norway and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Reuben Wilson to the punk 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 Blossom Toes. All the underground hits.
All D'Angelo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Neu!,
Amazonics,
Quando Quango,
DJ Sneak,
Pulsallama,
The Shadows of Knight,
Slick Rick,
Reagan Youth,
Mission of Burma,
Soul II Soul,
Prince Buster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Byron Stingily,
Roy Ayers,
Connie Case,
Mandrill,
Arab on Radar,
Quadrant,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joe Smooth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slits,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Wells,
Franke,
Los Fastidios,
John Coltrane,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Blossom Toes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Loose Ends,
Television,
Magazine,
Duran Duran,
Oblivians,
Kayak,
Radio Birdman,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
The Mighty Diamonds,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
Fluxion,
Warren Ellis,
Silicon Teens,
Barclay James Harvest,
Man Parrish,
Mo-Dettes,
Skarface,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
The Last Poets,
Eurythmics,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.