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 Samoa and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Gun Club to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Rhythm & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Robert Hood,
Barbara Tucker,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
Morten Harket,
KRS-One,
Mantronix,
Tears for Fears,
Mad Mike,
The Busters,
Black Flag,
Brick,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Camberwell Now,
Agitation Free,
Sight & Sound,
Neu!,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Scratch Acid,
Inner City,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Kinks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Marmalade,
Steve Hackett,
Moby Grape,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tres Demented,
Iggy Pop,
Jandek,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Minnie Riperton,
Yaz,
Ken Boothe,
Delon & Dalcan,
Robert Görl,
The Wake,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Outsiders,
Livin' Joy,
The Happenings,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cure,
Make Up,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Radiopuhelimet,
U.S. Maple,
Con Funk Shun,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
H. Thieme,
FM Einheit,
Juan Atkins,
ABC, ABC, ABC, ABC.
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.