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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Deepchord to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Rahsaan Roland Kirk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Bad Manners,
Skarface,
U.S. Maple,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
Radiopuhelimet,
Scan 7,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ultimate Spinach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jesper Dahlback,
Underground Resistance,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echospace,
Television,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ronnie Foster,
Moby Grape,
Godley & Creme,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
kango's stein massive,
The Gap Band,
Pagans,
Excepter,
Livin' Joy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Essential Logic,
Morten Harket,
the Human League,
Quadrant,
Hardrive,
Flash Fearless,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Johnny Clarke,
The Raincoats,
Q and Not U,
Arab on Radar,
Cecil Taylor,
The Music Machine,
the Germs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Man Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Barry Ungar,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Busters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monolake,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.