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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 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 Sister Nancy to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rapeman. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dennis Brown,
Gang of Four,
Pantytec,
Audionom,
Lower 48,
John Foxx,
Crispian St. Peters,
Little Man,
PIL,
Mission of Burma,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Shadows of Knight,
Albert Ayler,
Monks,
Reagan Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Skatalites,
Siglo XX,
Q and Not U,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Japan,
Loose Ends,
The Young Rascals,
Fela Kuti,
Fugazi,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
Public Enemy,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Television Personalities,
Magma,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeff Mills,
The Fuzztones,
Alice Coltrane,
Kenny Larkin,
Marvin Gaye,
Cecil Taylor,
Liliput,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
Half Japanese,
Grey Daturas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Barry Ungar,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
Lalann,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.