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 Columbus.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
One Last Wish,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
Charles Mingus,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
The Beau Brummels,
Ice-T,
Iggy Pop,
The Pretty Things,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Patti Smith,
Hardrive,
Lucky Dragons,
Boredoms,
Lyres,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Tres Demented,
Graham Central Station,
Brand Nubian,
the Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Shuggie Otis,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Eden Ahbez,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Flash Fearless,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
R.M.O.,
Kenny Larkin,
Swans,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
Juan Atkins,
The Monochrome Set,
The Modern Lovers,
The Saints,
The Misunderstood,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Maurizio,
Joy Division,
Make Up,
Eli Mardock,
The Count Five,
Rod Modell,
Tubeway Army,
Dorothy Ashby,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.