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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Lou Reed 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 Suicide to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
A Certain Ratio,
Soulsonic Force,
Cal Tjader,
The Martian,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Khruangbin,
The Young Rascals,
Warren Ellis,
Ossler,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Camberwell Now,
Fatback Band,
The Slits,
The Modern Lovers,
The Remains,
Spoonie Gee,
Smog,
The Mummies,
Zero Boys,
a-ha,
T. Rex,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Bob Dylan,
Sarah Menescal,
Bush Tetras,
Animal Collective,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The New Christs,
The Skatalites,
Mandrill,
The Fire Engines,
Junior Murvin,
David Bowie,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
Peter & Gordon,
The Durutti Column,
Gil Scott Heron,
Laurel Aitken,
Altered Images,
cv313,
Whodini,
ABC,
Ice-T,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glenn Branca,
Ash Ra Tempel,
New Order,
Gang of Four,
Erykah Badu,
Maleditus Sound,
The Gladiators,
Bootsy Collins,
Dave Gahan,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.