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 Ukraine and from Lille.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Michael McDonald 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 Smiths to the rap 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 Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Darondo,
Minnie Riperton,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Graham Central Station,
Symarip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Neon Judgement,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Peter and Kerry,
Tubeway Army,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Althea and Donna,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
Derrick Morgan,
Pantytec,
Robert Görl,
Skaos,
Howard Jones,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Suicide,
The Fall,
Soft Machine,
Rakim,
Quando Quango,
Guru Guru,
The Fire Engines,
Juan Atkins,
Y Pants,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Trumans Water,
Aural Exciters,
The Tremeloes,
Barbara Tucker,
Sonic Youth,
Cybotron,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Schoolly D,
Liliput,
Brand Nubian,
Section 25,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Tres Demented,
This Heat,
Janne Schatter,
the Swans,
Michelle Simonal,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Fluxion,
Bill Near,
Gang Gang Dance,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.