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 Cambodia and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Camberwell Now to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Sex Pistols tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Velvet Underground,
Ronnie Foster,
The Pretty Things,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gories,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
U.S. Maple,
Nas,
Jawbox,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Barracudas,
48th St. Collective,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Motorama,
Marvin Gaye,
Yusef Lateef,
Index,
Isaac Hayes,
Visage,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
Arthur Verocai,
Joensuu 1685,
Joe Finger,
Idris Muhammad,
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Brand Nubian,
Dark Day,
The Kinks,
The Durutti Column,
Amon Düül II,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Cheater Slicks,
The Buckinghams,
Panda Bear,
Angry Samoans,
Soft Cell,
Jandek,
Make Up,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Nico,
Bootsy Collins,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.