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 Kyrgyzstan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Paris.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the punk 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacob Miller record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Byron Stingily,
Malaria!,
The Count Five,
Wally Richardson,
The Index,
Qualms,
Swell Maps,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kerri Chandler,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
Das Ding,
Connie Case,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Goldenarms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Selecter,
The Five Americans,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Amon Düül,
Shuggie Otis,
Brothers Johnson,
Grey Daturas,
Boz Scaggs,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The Seeds,
The Gories,
Rufus Thomas,
Scan 7,
Electric Prunes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Half Japanese,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jerry's Kids,
Josef K,
Spandau Ballet,
EPMD,
The Shadows of Knight,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Nirvana,
Lower 48,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape, Moby Grape.
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.