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 Mexico and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Beijing.
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 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 Slits to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skriet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Model 500,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Smooth,
Quadrant,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
T.S.O.L.,
Oneida,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Fugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Gerry Rafferty,
Morten Harket,
The Standells,
L. Decosne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aswad,
The Sonics,
Glambeats Corp.,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Wings,
The Red Krayola,
Frankie Knuckles,
Scott Walker,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lalann,
Wally Richardson,
Amon Düül II,
Crispian St. Peters,
Barbara Tucker,
Country Teasers,
Q and Not U,
Absolute Body Control,
New Age Steppers,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Jerry's Kids,
John Cale,
Crime,
Accadde A,
The Slackers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Nik Kershaw,
Brick,
Johnny Osbourne,
Hashim,
R.M.O.,
Bad Manners,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Tomorrow,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
June Days,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.