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 Qatar and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Sandy B to the rap 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Pierre Henry,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Interpol,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alice Coltrane,
Stetsasonic,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Black Flag,
Wire,
Silicon Teens,
Moss Icon,
Nas,
Con Funk Shun,
Jeff Lynne,
Josef K,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Man Eating Sloth,
Make Up,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Intrusion,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free,
Japan,
Audionom,
Little Man,
The Kinks,
Donny Hathaway,
Lightning Bolt,
Cal Tjader,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Sight & Sound,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Heaven 17,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
Bill Near,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays, the Bar-Kays.
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.