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 Canada and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Kaleidoscope to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Saccharine Trust,
The Blues Magoos,
The Pop Group,
John Coltrane,
Q65,
Masters at Work,
Fad Gadget,
Negative Approach,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
The Leaves,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Womack,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Cymande,
Alton Ellis,
Joensuu 1685,
John Foxx,
The Move,
Tres Demented,
T.S.O.L.,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Durutti Column,
Lou Christie,
Bootsy Collins,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Godley & Creme,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Joy Division,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eric B and Rakim,
Soft Cell,
Monolake,
Letta Mbulu,
Leonard Cohen,
The Victims,
Lee Hazlewood,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Trojans,
New Order,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.