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 Rwanda 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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Panda Bear to the jazz 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nirvana,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Anakelly,
Pole,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Das Ding,
Scientists,
Ludus,
Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
Barbara Tucker,
The Beau Brummels,
Joey Negro,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Spandau Ballet,
Livin' Joy,
Amazonics,
Ice-T,
Johnny Clarke,
JFA,
John Lydon,
Schoolly D,
The Associates,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Skaos,
Aaron Thompson,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Liliput,
The Saints,
Chris & Cosey,
Bad Manners,
The Skatalites,
The J.B.'s,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Sheep,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gladiators,
Funkadelic,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Womack,
Television,
New York Dolls,
The Alarm Clocks,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.