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 Australia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Michael McDonald 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 Leaves to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
A Certain Ratio,
EPMD,
Alice Coltrane,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Hot Snakes,
The Saints,
Marine Girls,
T. Rex,
Gang Gang Dance,
Crime,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Excepter,
Slick Rick,
John Holt,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
The Moleskins,
Organ,
Blancmange,
Whodini,
Moby Grape,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Raincoats,
Quadrant,
Chrome,
Davy DMX,
Wings,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Maurizio,
Soul Sonic Force,
Section 25,
Fad Gadget,
the Association,
Delon & Dalcan,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Yusef Lateef,
The Motions,
New Age Steppers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Smooth,
Derrick Morgan,
Donald Byrd,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Bananas,
The Walker Brothers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
The Slits,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.