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 Italy 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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Steve Hackett to the electroclash 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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Godley & Creme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
L. Decosne,
Parry Music,
Faraquet,
Ice-T,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Warsaw,
Accadde A,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
Scratch Acid,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gang Green,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Cramps,
The Blues Magoos,
Donald Byrd,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eric B and Rakim,
LL Cool J,
Heaven 17,
The Litter,
Gang of Four,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Amon Düül,
Qualms,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bad Manners,
Deepchord,
Dual Sessions,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Nico,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Standells,
Danielle Patucci,
Kenny Larkin,
Mo-Dettes,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
X-102,
Essential Logic,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Barbara Tucker,
Mad Mike,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
R.M.O.,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Silicon Teens,
Matthew Bourne,
the Swans, the Swans, the Swans, the Swans.
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.