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 Liechtenstein and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Drive Like Jehu to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Duran Duran,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
In Retrospect,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Moleskins,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Busters,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Barracudas,
Pharoah Sanders,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
China Crisis,
ABC,
Camouflage,
Lucky Dragons,
Gregory Isaacs,
Iggy Pop,
Bill Wells,
Mr. Review,
Schoolly D,
Rites of Spring,
Groovy Waters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Faraquet,
Visage,
Banda Bassotti,
Joensuu 1685,
Stockholm Monsters,
Anthony Braxton,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Dawn Penn,
The Victims,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
Fluxion,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pere Ubu,
The Residents,
Sound Behaviour,
Qualms,
Alison Limerick,
The Buckinghams,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Graham Central Station,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Loose Ends,
The Toasters,
The Motions,
Livin' Joy,
David McCallum,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.