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 East Timor and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the techno 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Toasters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mary Jane Girls,
Juan Atkins,
JFA,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Donny Hathaway,
Television,
Deadbeat,
Susan Cadogan,
U.S. Maple,
Ituana,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Newcleus,
Steve Hackett,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Normal,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Janne Schatter,
Tres Demented,
Cameo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gang of Four,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Quantec,
Swell Maps,
Kas Product,
CMW,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hardrive,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James White and The Blacks,
This Heat,
Wolf Eyes,
Arcadia,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Moss Icon,
Oneida,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Monochrome Set,
Lindisfarne,
Animal Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
John Cale,
Iggy Pop,
A Certain Ratio,
The Tremeloes,
Black Bananas,
Monks,
Tubeway Army,
Anakelly,
H. Thieme,
OOIOO,
Robert Hood,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.