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 Peru and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Fat Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Quantec,
Jacques Brel,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
the Bar-Kays,
The Raincoats,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Khruangbin,
The Fall,
Average White Band,
Pagans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Amazonics,
Sister Nancy,
Hardrive,
The Golliwogs,
Oneida,
The Happenings,
Mandrill,
Arthur Verocai,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doors,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Letta Mbulu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Wally Richardson,
Cybotron,
Tears for Fears,
Sound Behaviour,
Dead Boys,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Cure,
Johnny Osbourne,
John Coltrane,
The Names,
Eric Copeland,
Zero Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Kaleidoscope,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Motions,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harmonia,
Circle Jerks,
The Knickerbockers,
Agitation Free,
Scratch Acid,
Rotary Connection,
Echospace,
The Sonics,
Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe, Ajijia Myrayebe.
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.