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 Sierra Leone and from Philadelphia.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Donald Fagen 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 Sonics to the disco 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Slits,
A Flock of Seagulls,
H. Thieme,
Talk Talk,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mandrill,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Minutemen,
The Grass Roots,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Lyres,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Smog,
Maurizio,
The Leaves,
L. Decosne,
Technova,
Eric Copeland,
The Associates,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Skriet,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bobby Sherman,
Y Pants,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Moody Blues,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
The Seeds,
Q and Not U,
Hot Snakes,
Eve St. Jones,
The Pop Group,
James White and The Blacks,
Nico,
Bluetip,
Gang Starr,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marine Girls,
The Busters,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
EPMD,
Sonny Sharrock,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.