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 Maldives and from Mumbai.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 The Blues Magoos to the funk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
New Order,
Erasure,
Lou Reed,
The Dirtbombs,
China Crisis,
The Gladiators,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Barrington Levy,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Massinfluence,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pagans,
Albert Ayler,
Lalo Schifrin,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Vainqueur,
Lyres,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Iggy Pop,
Mo-Dettes,
John Cale,
Duran Duran,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
Fugazi,
Nils Olav,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Eli Mardock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
F. McDonald,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Vogues,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Eddi Front,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
L. Decosne,
AZ,
Morten Harket,
Yazoo,
Circle Jerks,
Black Sheep,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
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.