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 Ethiopia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Toasters to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
The Fugs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Young Marble Giants,
Soft Machine,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Matthew Bourne,
James White and The Blacks,
Technova,
Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
X-Ray Spex,
Aswad,
Dark Day,
Andrew Hill,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
8 Eyed Spy,
Marcia Griffiths,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lou Reed,
Symarip,
Ponytail,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
Boredoms,
Slave,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minny Pops,
Avey Tare,
Bobby Byrd,
Arthur Verocai,
Josef K,
Gang Green,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Accadde A,
Boz Scaggs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Flag,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Intrusion,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Echospace,
Circle Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sound Behaviour,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.