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 Turkey and from Bremen.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Holger Czukay 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 Absolute Body Control to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris Corsano,
Prince Buster,
Swell Maps,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tears for Fears,
Byron Stingily,
Slave,
The New Christs,
Symarip,
The Standells,
Kas Product,
Drexciya,
Moebius,
Sarah Menescal,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
John Lydon,
Graham Central Station,
Rapeman,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Khruangbin,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Sam Rivers,
The Tremeloes,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Malaria!,
Blancmange,
The Trojans,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Technova,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Das Ding,
The Angels of Light,
The Fall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Human League,
Hashim,
New Age Steppers,
Tubeway Army,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marvin Gaye,
Second Layer,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Iggy Pop,
Suicide,
Goldenarms,
Joyce Sims,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
Brick,
The Residents,
Soft Cell,
Cymande,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.