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 Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed 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 Angry Samoans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
Pet Shop Boys,
Suicide,
Gang Starr,
Lou Reed,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Walker Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Flag,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monks,
New York Dolls,
The Fugs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Thee Headcoats,
Absolute Body Control,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
David McCallum,
The Fortunes,
Crooked Eye,
Spandau Ballet,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ornette Coleman,
Talk Talk,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alton Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bill Wells,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronan,
Michelle Simonal,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Gap Band,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Marmalade,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mad Mike,
Susan Cadogan,
Scratch Acid,
Roy Ayers,
Warren Ellis,
The Pop Group,
Monolake,
Deakin,
Connie Case,
The Moleskins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scrapy,
New Age Steppers,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.