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 Guatemala and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Lou Reed 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 D'Angelo to the grunge 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Y Pants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Sonic Youth,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Knickerbockers,
Black Flag,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cramps,
Yaz,
Jerry's Kids,
Suburban Knight,
Gang of Four,
Boz Scaggs,
Ronan,
Trumans Water,
The Residents,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Christie,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Wire,
The Standells,
La Düsseldorf,
The Slackers,
The New Christs,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
Model 500,
Sparks,
Soft Machine,
Essential Logic,
Tears for Fears,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Amon Düül,
Rod Modell,
Nick Fraelich,
Joe Finger,
Public Enemy,
Mandrill,
Glambeats Corp.,
Procol Harum,
Arcadia,
Joyce Sims,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
The Gap Band,
Arthur Verocai,
The Zeros,
Sixth Finger,
The Mojo Men,
The Toasters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Maleditus Sound,
New York Dolls,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.