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 Ireland and from Mumbai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 James White and The Blacks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Shuggie Otis,
Radiohead,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fela Kuti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
June of 44,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Roxette,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Joyce Sims,
The Beau Brummels,
Alphaville,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flamin' Groovies,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Slave,
Aswad,
Lyres,
June Days,
8 Eyed Spy,
Yaz,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
Robert Görl,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Nirvana,
The Monochrome Set,
The Monks,
Skriet,
Al Stewart,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Glenn Branca,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eden Ahbez,
Fat Boys,
Deepchord,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wasted Youth,
Lou Christie,
New Order,
EPMD,
The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs, The Fugs.
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.