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 Greece and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Robert Palmer 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 Drive Like Jehu 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Fugazi,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Yusef Lateef,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Holt,
Cluster,
Radio Birdman,
Kenny Larkin,
Radiohead,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Fire Engines,
Buzzcocks,
Junior Murvin,
The Smiths,
Crash Course in Science,
Joe Finger,
Marc Almond,
Gang Starr,
Charles Mingus,
The Electric Prunes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
Glambeats Corp.,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
The Neon Judgement,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Real Kids,
One Last Wish,
Johnny Clarke,
Ludus,
Model 500,
E-Dancer,
Derrick Morgan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Jeff Mills,
Peter and Kerry,
Ice-T,
the Slits,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Brothers Johnson,
Outsiders,
Audionom,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gabor Szabo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
The J.B.'s,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Velvet Underground,
Grauzone,
Grey Daturas,
Soft Cell,
Idris Muhammad,
Mr. Review,
Chris Corsano,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.