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 Spain and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the snare 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
The Index,
Terry Callier,
Magazine,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
James Chance & The Contortions,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Liliput,
Lalann,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Khruangbin,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
ABBA,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Roger Hodgson,
Oneida,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
The Blackbyrds,
Moby Grape,
World's Most,
Warren Ellis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Black Pus,
The Saints,
Man Parrish,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Neu!,
Country Teasers,
The Leaves,
Young Marble Giants,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Howard Jones,
H. Thieme,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sparks,
DNA,
The Grass Roots,
Monolake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Newcleus,
10cc,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Aural Exciters,
Moss Icon,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.