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 Montenegro 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the grime 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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
a-ha,
China Crisis,
The United States of America,
Black Flag,
The Red Krayola,
Danielle Patucci,
One Last Wish,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ohio Players,
Fear,
Joyce Sims,
Jerry's Kids,
Ludus,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Cal Tjader,
Aswad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pylon,
Soul II Soul,
Max Romeo,
Connie Case,
Yusef Lateef,
Easy Going,
Curtis Mayfield,
Make Up,
The Techniques,
The Dave Clark Five,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Surgeon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
Hardrive,
Mandrill,
the Human League,
Simply Red,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Second Layer,
Josef K,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobby Byrd,
Popol Vuh,
Marmalade,
The Young Rascals,
The Modern Lovers,
Dave Gahan,
Nico,
Smog,
Main Source,
Dead Boys,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.