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 Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Marine Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Franke,
Metal Thangz,
Das Ding,
Moebius,
Black Pus,
Pylon,
Ronan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Excepter,
Oneida,
Von Mondo,
B.T. Express,
The Slits,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
cv313,
A Certain Ratio,
Joe Smooth,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
E-Dancer,
Gang of Four,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Surgeon,
Cabaret Voltaire,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Five Americans,
Jimmy McGriff,
Grauzone,
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Martian,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Livin' Joy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Scientists,
X-101,
Yellowson,
Terry Callier,
Black Bananas,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Boogie Down Productions,
Harry Pussy,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doors,
Rufus Thomas,
Fatback Band,
Tim Buckley,
Infiniti,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.