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 Guinea and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Swell Maps to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
Pussy Galore,
Peter & Gordon,
Wolf Eyes,
The Angels of Light,
Lightning Bolt,
Subhumans,
Lower 48,
Todd Rundgren,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Kurtis Blow,
the Swans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Names,
Organ,
Slave,
The Durutti Column,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Gories,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Girls At Our Best!,
Maurizio,
The Dirtbombs,
the Sonics,
Liliput,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
Eddi Front,
the Bar-Kays,
The Knickerbockers,
New Age Steppers,
Bob Dylan,
The Standells,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sparks,
Gil Scott Heron,
Fort Wilson Riot,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
8 Eyed Spy,
UT,
Surgeon,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
New Order,
Avey Tare,
Jerry's Kids,
John Lydon,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
Scott Walker,
Con Funk Shun,
JFA,
Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters, Groovy Waters.
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.