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 Denmark and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Michael McDonald 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 Reagan Youth to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 KRS-One. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Little Man,
The Raincoats,
Johnny Clarke,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Funkadelic,
Yellowson,
Ituana,
Joy Division,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sound Behaviour,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June Days,
X-102,
Gabor Szabo,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
China Crisis,
Jacques Brel,
Warren Ellis,
Dawn Penn,
Symarip,
Organ,
The Beau Brummels,
Swell Maps,
Man Parrish,
Half Japanese,
Ultravox,
Blake Baxter,
Rotary Connection,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Infiniti,
The Misunderstood,
Ornette Coleman,
the Germs,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
La Düsseldorf,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Interpol,
Mission of Burma,
The Litter,
Newcleus,
UT,
Cheater Slicks,
The Gladiators,
One Last Wish,
Barrington Levy,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Aswad,
The Techniques,
Mars,
Stetsasonic,
Rod Modell,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.