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 Mauritania and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 China Crisis to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Ultimate Spinach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Loose Ends,
OOIOO,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
the Swans,
Roxy Music,
The J.B.'s,
Index,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Organ,
the Fania All-Stars,
John Foxx,
Mandrill,
Moebius,
Absolute Body Control,
DNA,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Cymande,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
Robert Görl,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Moss Icon,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warren Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Wolf Eyes,
E-Dancer,
Metal Thangz,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Leaves,
Hot Snakes,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
CMW,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mad Mike,
Y Pants,
Radio Birdman,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
Bang On A Can,
Monolake,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.