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 Kenya 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 Deakin to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Section 25,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Clear Light,
The American Breed,
Severed Heads,
Sight & Sound,
John Holt,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Qualms,
Flipper,
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Vogues,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gabor Szabo,
The Residents,
Lightning Bolt,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
The Busters,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
E-Dancer,
Bronski Beat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Kayak,
Lower 48,
Con Funk Shun,
Parry Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Pole,
Connie Case,
Scrapy,
Robert Wyatt,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
The Tremeloes,
The Moody Blues,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
The Martian,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Traffic Nightmare,
Franke,
Mandrill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Negative Approach,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime, Crime, Crime, Crime.
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.