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 Netherlands and from Taipei.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bizarre Inc.,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Matthew Bourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eden Ahbez,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Lightning Bolt,
Yazoo,
James White and The Blacks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sun City Girls,
The Pretty Things,
Tomorrow,
Minny Pops,
Wire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
KRS-One,
Rakim,
Blossom Toes,
Dave Gahan,
Ultra Naté,
Guru Guru,
Blancmange,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
Faraquet,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Harpers Bizarre,
Magma,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Public Enemy,
Quantec,
Parry Music,
Darondo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Cramps,
Henry Cow,
Ronan,
Gang Starr,
David McCallum,
F. McDonald,
Stockholm Monsters,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Sällskapet,
Surgeon,
Minor Threat,
Con Funk Shun,
Marine Girls,
Oneida,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.