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 the UAE and from Hong Kong.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bang On A Can to the rock 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 Rufus Thomas. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Audionom,
The Offenders,
June Days,
Black Flag,
Guru Guru,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Monks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pierre Henry,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Mandrill,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Black Sheep,
Carl Craig,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
FM Einheit,
DJ Sneak,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
JFA,
The Gories,
Sparks,
Mission of Burma,
Man Parrish,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Shoche,
Faust,
Max Romeo,
The Moody Blues,
The Real Kids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Terry,
ABBA,
Popol Vuh,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ohio Players,
Camouflage,
Moebius,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ultravox,
DNA,
Agitation Free,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fugazi,
Deakin,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.