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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The American Breed 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Public Image Ltd.,
Symarip,
Althea and Donna,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mandrill,
The Young Rascals,
The Gap Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Divine Comedy,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Cluster,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Ohio Players,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Bluetip,
Gichy Dan,
Aloha Tigers,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Stooges,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Chrome,
Steve Hackett,
Second Layer,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Freddie Wadling,
Soul II Soul,
Junior Murvin,
Howard Jones,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bob Dylan,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Minor Threat,
The Zeros,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Happenings,
Q and Not U,
New Order,
X-102,
Erasure,
Hot Snakes,
Mark Hollis,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
F. McDonald,
Procol Harum,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.