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 Moldova and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Masters at Work to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Joe Smooth,
The Human League,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Monolake,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
Gastr Del Sol,
Agitation Free,
Bad Manners,
Outsiders,
New Order,
Letta Mbulu,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Mummies,
Peter and Kerry,
Jandek,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tim Buckley,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Godley & Creme,
The Cramps,
The Black Dice,
Girls At Our Best!,
Public Enemy,
Franke,
Soft Machine,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
The Names,
Boz Scaggs,
The Young Rascals,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Das Ding,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ponytail,
the Sonics,
Average White Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soulsonic Force,
Magma,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ice-T,
Scratch Acid,
kango's stein massive,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joyce Sims,
The Slits,
Jerry Gold Smith,
EPMD,
The Fortunes,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.