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 Oman and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 John Holt to the grime 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bad Manners record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Hot Snakes,
Dave Gahan,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Skriet,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Altered Images,
Bill Wells,
Tommy Roe,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Kas Product,
Traffic Nightmare,
LL Cool J,
Bronski Beat,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Little Man,
Nirvana,
Carl Craig,
Sun City Girls,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
World's Most,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smiths,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scrapy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Techniques,
Marmalade,
Neu!,
Panda Bear,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
JFA,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Letta Mbulu,
Monolake,
Andrew Hill,
The Offenders,
The Fuzztones,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
Rosa Yemen,
Terry Callier,
Matthew Bourne,
Kaleidoscope,
Spoonie Gee,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Agitation Free,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ituana,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.