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 Egypt and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Duran Duran record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
John Lydon,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bootsy Collins,
Kool Moe Dee,
Peter & Gordon,
KRS-One,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
Rufus Thomas,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Grey Daturas,
Avey Tare,
Symarip,
ABC,
New Order,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
The Count Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vladislav Delay,
Jimmy McGriff,
Isaac Hayes,
Henry Cow,
Deakin,
Average White Band,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
the Human League,
The Moody Blues,
Crash Course in Science,
Mr. Review,
Scrapy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Hot Snakes,
Ice-T,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Nirvana,
Idris Muhammad,
Toni Rubio,
Anakelly,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Glenn Branca,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.