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 Lithuania and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Chris Corsano to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scrapy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Johnny Osbourne,
Chris Corsano,
Fugazi,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gong,
Sister Nancy,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
The Durutti Column,
Prince Buster,
Eurythmics,
Kerri Chandler,
Cluster,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bronski Beat,
Flash Fearless,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
Bobby Womack,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Livin' Joy,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Dorothy Ashby,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
Cameo,
Electric Prunes,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
The Buckinghams,
Average White Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
Freddie Wadling,
Alison Limerick,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Isaac Hayes,
The Skatalites,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Das Ding,
Metal Thangz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Accadde A,
Sight & Sound,
Section 25,
Rod Modell,
Kayak,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.