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 Monaco and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 D'Angelo to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a World's Most record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Brass Construction,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Accadde A,
Livin' Joy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Can,
R.M.O.,
Morten Harket,
Fluxion,
Sixth Finger,
Jawbox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Guru Guru,
Kurtis Blow,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Lou Reed,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
The Barracudas,
Visage,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Archie Shepp,
Flipper,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Magma,
L. Decosne,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vainqueur,
The Martian,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Thompson Twins,
a-ha,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Happenings,
CMW,
Bauhaus,
Bizarre Inc.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Japan,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
Erasure,
Harry Pussy,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Soft Machine,
Yaz,
Urselle,
The Blackbyrds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Terrestrial Tones,
Absolute Body Control,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.