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 East Timor and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
The Monochrome Set,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Blossom Toes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Slits,
The Velvet Underground,
The Pretty Things,
Howard Jones,
Kas Product,
Maurizio,
The Blues Magoos,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rapeman,
Cal Tjader,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Names,
Barbara Tucker,
Zero Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Mission of Burma,
Boredoms,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delon & Dalcan,
Joy Division,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
H. Thieme,
Isaac Hayes,
Prince Buster,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
Oneida,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Happenings,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Eurythmics,
Bad Manners,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Robert Görl,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
UT,
Trumans Water,
Bill Near,
B.T. Express,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mars,
Newcleus,
Scott Walker,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Tom Boy,
The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs, The Dirtbombs.
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.