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 Senegal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 Stereo Dub to the funk 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 Eyeless In Gaza. All the underground hits.
All Intrusion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mary Jane Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Boredoms,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Negative Approach,
John Cale,
The Electric Prunes,
Mary Jane Girls,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Model 500,
Kaleidoscope,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Althea and Donna,
Pylon,
Technova,
Soul Sonic Force,
Gil Scott Heron,
Yusef Lateef,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Index,
DJ Sneak,
Crispy Ambulance,
Peter and Kerry,
FM Einheit,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Walker Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Traffic Nightmare,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yaz,
Pole,
The J.B.'s,
Tom Boy,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Black Bananas,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Groovy Waters,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ponytail,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Derrick Morgan,
World's Most,
In Retrospect,
Marmalade,
This Heat,
Gang Gang Dance,
cv313,
Lou Reed,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.