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 Qatar and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Avey Tare to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Major Organ And The Adding Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Busters,
Eurythmics,
Moss Icon,
Rakim,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bluetip,
Sister Nancy,
Banda Bassotti,
Rites of Spring,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Harry Pussy,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Icehouse,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Niagra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Curtis Mayfield,
June of 44,
Massinfluence,
Pole,
Bobby Womack,
One Last Wish,
CMW,
The Sonics,
The Cowsills,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Can,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Swans,
Reagan Youth,
Ice-T,
Skriet,
Lakeside,
Tres Demented,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.