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 Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 David Bowie 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Groovy Waters. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Zapp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Sam Rivers,
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Ossler,
Crime,
Arthur Verocai,
Boz Scaggs,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Connie Case,
Make Up,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
The American Breed,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Accadde A,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
Theoretical Girls,
Kayak,
John Foxx,
Cal Tjader,
Soft Machine,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Hasil Adkins,
the Human League,
One Last Wish,
The Cure,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dead C,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Donny Hathaway,
Eve St. Jones,
Interpol,
Erasure,
Barrington Levy,
Essential Logic,
Black Moon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Animal Collective,
Warren Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Altered Images,
Aural Exciters,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
Eric Copeland,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.