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 Comoros and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Peter and Kerry to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Surgeon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stockholm Monsters,
ABC,
Johnny Osbourne,
OOIOO,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sällskapet,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
B.T. Express,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin,
Supertramp,
Todd Rundgren,
Curtis Mayfield,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Sonics,
Spandau Ballet,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Arab on Radar,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Raincoats,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Juan Atkins,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Saints,
Silicon Teens,
Brass Construction,
John Holt,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Duran Duran,
Warsaw,
Ituana,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tom Boy,
48th St. Collective,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Swell Maps,
Pulsallama,
The Skatalites,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ossler,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.