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 Latvia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Oneida to the grunge 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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gories record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
X-Ray Spex,
the Normal,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Skaos,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang of Four,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Vladislav Delay,
Soulsonic Force,
Bizarre Inc.,
Funkadelic,
Porter Ricks,
The Beau Brummels,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Brass Construction,
Joe Finger,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Piero Umiliani,
Crash Course in Science,
The Red Krayola,
Fluxion,
48th St. Collective,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Index,
Bobbi Humphrey,
These Immortal Souls,
Jeff Lynne,
Oblivians,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
Jacques Brel,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Swans,
The Wake,
Ossler,
10cc,
John Coltrane,
Marmalade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Mantronix,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Grass Roots,
Scan 7,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kayak,
The Associates,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Erykah Badu,
Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks, Circle Jerks.
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.