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 Tanzania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every These Immortal Souls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sound Behaviour,
Eurythmics,
Peter and Kerry,
ABBA,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Ken Boothe,
Tomorrow,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
The Gories,
Jawbox,
Depeche Mode,
Model 500,
The Music Machine,
ABC,
Section 25,
Ralphi Rosario,
Warsaw,
Lalo Schifrin,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Barry Ungar,
Pulsallama,
Fifty Foot Hose,
T.S.O.L.,
Fugazi,
Janne Schatter,
The Neon Judgement,
Deakin,
Arthur Verocai,
The Evens,
Soul II Soul,
Von Mondo,
Television Personalities,
The Flesh Eaters,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Silicon Teens,
Skaos,
Patti Smith,
The Monks,
Ronan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Peter & Gordon,
Blancmange,
Tom Boy,
Subhumans,
A Certain Ratio,
The Associates,
Scientists,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Slackers,
Public Enemy,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.