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 Belize and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 güiro 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 The Victims 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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Sam Rivers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sister Nancy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Magazine,
Sparks,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Selecter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rekid,
Connie Case,
Wasted Youth,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Shadows of Knight,
Arcadia,
June of 44,
The Golliwogs,
Brand Nubian,
The Move,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Boz Scaggs,
Panda Bear,
Royal Trux,
the Sonics,
OOIOO,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Average White Band,
Scan 7,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dead Boys,
The Techniques,
Joensuu 1685,
David Bowie,
Ultravox,
Arthur Verocai,
Drive Like Jehu,
Harpers Bizarre,
Unwound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Al Stewart,
Maurizio,
Arab on Radar,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Dave Gahan,
Supertramp,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
Tom Boy,
Au Pairs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.