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 Seychelles and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 The Golliwogs to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Girls At Our Best! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Livin' Joy,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Bill Near,
Supertramp,
The Busters,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
The Kinks,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Ronnie Foster,
Tears for Fears,
Joensuu 1685,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
T.S.O.L.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moby Grape,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arcadia,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
Lalann,
Outsiders,
Leonard Cohen,
The United States of America,
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soulsonic Force,
Magazine,
OOIOO,
Alphaville,
Darondo,
Junior Murvin,
Dark Day,
Sam Rivers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moss Icon,
F. McDonald,
Archie Shepp,
Kas Product,
Erykah Badu,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dead Boys,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.