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 Gambia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Wally Richardson to the grime 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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Normal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Eric Copeland,
Los Fastidios,
Jimmy McGriff,
Japan,
Moss Icon,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Ornette Coleman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bush Tetras,
Cymande,
Al Stewart,
Quadrant,
Faraquet,
Howard Jones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Maleditus Sound,
Zapp,
Josef K,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Martian,
Sam Rivers,
Radiohead,
Amazonics,
Theoretical Girls,
Von Mondo,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Angels of Light,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
The Music Machine,
The United States of America,
The Leaves,
The Young Rascals,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fuzztones,
Smog,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Ponytail,
Boredoms,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nirvana,
David Axelrod,
DNA,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moody Blues,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Todd Terry,
Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5, Delta 5.
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.