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 China and from Jakarta.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the marimba 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 Saints to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
kango's stein massive,
Fugazi,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sandy B,
Metal Thangz,
Suburban Knight,
The Cramps,
Robert Görl,
Animal Collective,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Lebanon Hanover,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Los Fastidios,
Y Pants,
One Last Wish,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Joensuu 1685,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sixth Finger,
Wire,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gichy Dan,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
World's Most,
Japan,
Bootsy Collins,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Dead Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sister Nancy,
Organ,
Eric Dolphy,
Livin' Joy,
Severed Heads,
The Litter,
A Certain Ratio,
Morten Harket,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pole,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Yellowson,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.