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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Connie Case to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Mary Jane Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
Susan Cadogan,
The Golliwogs,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Index,
Country Teasers,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Litter,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Silicon Teens,
Jeff Mills,
Judy Mowatt,
Nas,
Reuben Wilson,
Rakim,
Toni Rubio,
Flipper,
Davy DMX,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Animal Collective,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Make Up,
T.S.O.L.,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Surgeon,
Depeche Mode,
Eden Ahbez,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ituana,
Lyres,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tom Boy,
The Cramps,
The Smiths,
Crispian St. Peters,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Swans,
The Martian,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Cure,
Infiniti,
Kurtis Blow,
Tres Demented,
Negative Approach,
The Grass Roots,
China Crisis,
Agitation Free,
Ludus,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.