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 Sweden and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Kenny Larkin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Dirtbombs,
Sugar Minott,
Pagans,
Barbara Tucker,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Fat Boys,
In Retrospect,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
The Standells,
Juan Atkins,
Scan 7,
The Fall,
Amon Düül,
Davy DMX,
The Moleskins,
Nick Fraelich,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Byron Stingily,
The Slackers,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Newcleus,
David McCallum,
Negative Approach,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Trojans,
Q and Not U,
H. Thieme,
Panda Bear,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The New Christs,
Dennis Brown,
the Slits,
Nirvana,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
Bob Dylan,
Scientists,
Joey Negro,
Angry Samoans,
a-ha,
F. McDonald,
The Residents,
Barry Ungar,
The Detroit Cobras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.