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 South Africa and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Jakarta.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ten City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Intrusion,
Scott Walker,
Rhythm & Sound,
Symarip,
Ituana,
Funky Four + One,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Hasil Adkins,
Erasure,
Zero Boys,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Janne Schatter,
Pylon,
Cybotron,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Faust,
The Slackers,
Q65,
EPMD,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
The Trojans,
Vainqueur,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Grey Daturas,
Rites of Spring,
The Gladiators,
48th St. Collective,
Monks,
Michelle Simonal,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yellowson,
Cheater Slicks,
The Raincoats,
Sandy B,
Duran Duran,
Second Layer,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terry Callier,
The Stooges,
Todd Rundgren,
Supertramp,
Rosa Yemen,
Silicon Teens,
Alison Limerick,
The Moody Blues,
Spandau Ballet,
Ponytail,
X-Ray Spex,
The Seeds,
Amazonics,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.