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 Dominica and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 The Smoke to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Icehouse,
Neil Young,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Glenn Branca,
In Retrospect,
Das Ding,
Sparks,
Janne Schatter,
Robert Hood,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gil Scott Heron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lungfish,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Talk Talk,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Outsiders,
John Cale,
The Busters,
Brass Construction,
Man Parrish,
Arab on Radar,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Half Japanese,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Zapp,
Stetsasonic,
Bill Near,
Mark Hollis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Young Marble Giants,
Pantaleimon,
Jacob Miller,
Fela Kuti,
X-101,
Minnie Riperton,
Mandrill,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bootsy Collins,
Johnny Clarke,
Hoover,
Wire,
Alphaville,
Radio Birdman,
Roxy Music,
Q65,
Buzzcocks,
The Moody Blues,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can, Bang On A Can.
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.