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 Marshall Islands and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Young Marble Giants to the jazz 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 Association. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dave Clark Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Barbara Tucker,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Thee Headcoats,
Ossler,
Underground Resistance,
Jawbox,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Kinks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Animal Collective,
Technova,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Darondo,
Schoolly D,
Ultravox,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
The Remains,
These Immortal Souls,
Little Man,
The Fall,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cure,
Agent Orange,
Erykah Badu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
Absolute Body Control,
Piero Umiliani,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dorothy Ashby,
Symarip,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Erasure,
Intrusion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Aaron Thompson,
John Coltrane,
Cameo,
H. Thieme,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dennis Brown,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Sällskapet,
Das Ding,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Amon Düül,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.