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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the crunk 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dawn Penn record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
L. Decosne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ronnie Foster,
Colin Newman,
The Barracudas,
Swell Maps,
Moebius,
Urselle,
FM Einheit,
Talk Talk,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lungfish,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
John Lydon,
X-102,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Alphaville,
Crime,
Bauhaus,
Boogie Down Productions,
Cameo,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Harmonia,
Stetsasonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Terrestrial Tones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Connie Case,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
Wire,
The Slackers,
John Cale,
The Saints,
The Residents,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
The Happenings,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Zapp,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Red Krayola,
Rod Modell,
Hasil Adkins,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Lalo Schifrin,
Animal Collective,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.