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 South Africa and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Winnipeg and Cairo.
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 Robert Palmer 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joyce Sims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Kenny Larkin,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Carl Craig,
T.S.O.L.,
Neu!,
Icehouse,
Lightning Bolt,
Roger Hodgson,
Graham Central Station,
Joe Smooth,
LL Cool J,
Porter Ricks,
Morten Harket,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Sam Rivers,
Flash Fearless,
Faust,
Tres Demented,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Buckinghams,
The Litter,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
Hot Snakes,
Inner City,
Swans,
Nirvana,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Arab on Radar,
Crash Course in Science,
Fat Boys,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Slave,
The Names,
Derrick Morgan,
John Lydon,
Jawbox,
Mark Hollis,
The Gladiators,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mission of Burma,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Kinks,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minutemen,
Japan,
Camberwell Now,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.