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 Philippines 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Alison Limerick to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Excepter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mandrill,
Wire,
Donald Byrd,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dennis Brown,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Beau Brummels,
Man Parrish,
Minnie Riperton,
Qualms,
Tubeway Army,
Delta 5,
Kenny Larkin,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Absolute Body Control,
Brothers Johnson,
Maurizio,
Massinfluence,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
Quadrant,
The Divine Comedy,
The Velvet Underground,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang of Four,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Bananas,
Flash Fearless,
Joyce Sims,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Smiths,
Jesper Dahlback,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
Sandy B,
Kaleidoscope,
CMW,
Scratch Acid,
Deakin,
Radiohead,
Camouflage,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rapeman,
The Slits,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Crash Course in Science,
the Human League,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rites of Spring,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.