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 Russia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Stockholm.
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 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Sound Behaviour to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Index record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
The Walker Brothers,
The Modern Lovers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Organ,
Negative Approach,
Grauzone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
a-ha,
Sugar Minott,
Drive Like Jehu,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Althea and Donna,
Colin Newman,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Audionom,
Letta Mbulu,
Pole,
Laurel Aitken,
The Seeds,
The Moody Blues,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Davy DMX,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stiv Bators,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris Corsano,
Radio Birdman,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
Rites of Spring,
Grey Daturas,
Tubeway Army,
Graham Central Station,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Slave,
The Black Dice,
Chrome,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Wasted Youth,
Japan,
Icehouse,
Banda Bassotti,
The Young Rascals,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Near,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
The Standells,
Josef K,
Kas Product,
Aloha Tigers,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.