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 Papua New Guinea and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Buzzcocks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
The Happenings,
The Mojo Men,
Nik Kershaw,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Bauhaus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Skriet,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Beau Brummels,
LL Cool J,
Roger Hodgson,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Mr. Review,
Basic Channel,
Young Marble Giants,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Visage,
Fad Gadget,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Janne Schatter,
The Motions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Fear,
Howard Jones,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Panda Bear,
Average White Band,
The Barracudas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
John Foxx,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stiv Bators,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sight & Sound,
The J.B.'s,
Rhythm & Sound,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Fela Kuti,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lou Reed,
The Smoke,
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.