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 Malawi and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 The Kinks to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
Yaz,
Agent Orange,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
Terry Callier,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
The Evens,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang of Four,
Harmonia,
Soulsonic Force,
Blake Baxter,
Eli Mardock,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Dual Sessions,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Icehouse,
Youth Brigade,
Deepchord,
Cymande,
X-Ray Spex,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Zeros,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Fear,
Traffic Nightmare,
Groovy Waters,
Ronan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wally Richardson,
David McCallum,
Technova,
Idris Muhammad,
Ken Boothe,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
The Gories,
James White and The Blacks,
Ice-T,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Rekid,
Ludus,
The Slits,
Organ,
Surgeon,
Delta 5,
Q65,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.