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 Somalia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Scion to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
B.T. Express,
Schoolly D,
Hardrive,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ornette Coleman,
Pierre Henry,
Franke,
The Modern Lovers,
Swell Maps,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
Ultravox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Fatback Band,
Scrapy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roger Hodgson,
Ken Boothe,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Metal Thangz,
Bang On A Can,
Deadbeat,
Main Source,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
The Tremeloes,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Thompson Twins,
Organ,
The Angels of Light,
The Human League,
ABC,
Infiniti,
Jimmy McGriff,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
In Retrospect,
Carl Craig,
Hasil Adkins,
Second Layer,
Tom Boy,
Brick,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dead C,
Delta 5,
Audionom,
The Divine Comedy,
The Slackers,
Drexciya,
Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn, Dawn Penn.
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.