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 Russia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Remains record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Popol Vuh record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Scientists,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Cybotron,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Golliwogs,
Joey Negro,
Flash Fearless,
Tears for Fears,
John Coltrane,
Dead Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Pylon,
Harmonia,
Gang of Four,
48th St. Collective,
8 Eyed Spy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deadbeat,
The Fortunes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Agent Orange,
Morten Harket,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Oblivians,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gregory Isaacs,
DJ Sneak,
Juan Atkins,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tom Boy,
The Monks,
Sonic Youth,
Lower 48,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Banda Bassotti,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Howard Jones,
Deepchord,
The Slackers,
June of 44,
Second Layer,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Ronnie Foster,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eric Dolphy,
Ludus,
The Cure, The Cure, The Cure, The Cure.
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.