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 Peru and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Offenders to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
OOIOO,
Motorama,
Trumans Water,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terry Callier,
Skaos,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Livin' Joy,
Donny Hathaway,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rufus Thomas,
L. Decosne,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
Niagra,
Hoover,
Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Associates,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Standells,
Siglo XX,
Black Pus,
Nico,
The Residents,
Brand Nubian,
The Cure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bauhaus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Letta Mbulu,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mojo Men,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
ABC,
Bobby Sherman,
Grey Daturas,
Harpers Bizarre,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Black Flag,
Tommy Roe,
The Divine Comedy,
Crooked Eye,
Bush Tetras,
The Fugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Chrome,
Young Marble Giants,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Germs,
B.T. Express,
Unwound,
Ituana,
Altered Images,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pylon,
Rites of Spring,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.