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 Congo and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Holger Czukay 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 Cramps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blackbyrds,
Schoolly D,
Porter Ricks,
Letta Mbulu,
Joyce Sims,
Magma,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Rekid,
Roy Ayers,
Reuben Wilson,
Flash Fearless,
Chris & Cosey,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Fraelich,
June of 44,
Danielle Patucci,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Blake Baxter,
The Doors,
Black Sheep,
Andrew Hill,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Residents,
Fat Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
MC5,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Index,
Alison Limerick,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
Lower 48,
Faust,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ultravox,
Archie Shepp,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gang Gang Dance,
Mad Mike,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Angels of Light,
Malaria!,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
T. Rex,
Lungfish,
Toni Rubio,
Index, Index, Index, Index.
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.