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 Madagascar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Donald Fagen 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 Terrestrial Tones to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
KRS-One,
Kurtis Blow,
Q and Not U,
Suicide,
Johnny Clarke,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brass Construction,
Heaven 17,
Make Up,
Wire,
The Barracudas,
The Index,
Public Enemy,
Agent Orange,
Siglo XX,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sandy B,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
JFA,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Aural Exciters,
Excepter,
Ludus,
Hot Snakes,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
the Soft Cell,
Rekid,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Leonard Cohen,
Masters at Work,
The Gun Club,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
Nirvana,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mary Jane Girls,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Archie Shepp,
The J.B.'s,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
Nik Kershaw,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Howard Jones,
The Seeds,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.