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 Burkina and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
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 guitar 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 The Skatalites to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Arab on Radar,
Spoonie Gee,
Duran Duran,
the Bar-Kays,
Slave,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Nils Olav,
The Modern Lovers,
Danielle Patucci,
Nation of Ulysses,
Marvin Gaye,
Gregory Isaacs,
Joe Finger,
Brand Nubian,
Judy Mowatt,
KRS-One,
Davy DMX,
Negative Approach,
Crash Course in Science,
Iggy Pop,
Eric Dolphy,
Oneida,
Bobby Womack,
Rod Modell,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Interpol,
Sam Rivers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Moody Blues,
LL Cool J,
Alton Ellis,
Bang On A Can,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bauhaus,
Ten City,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Heaven 17,
Y Pants,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
Gang Gang Dance,
Deepchord,
The Blackbyrds,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Fugazi,
The Vogues,
The Young Rascals,
Lyres,
T.S.O.L.,
The Doobie Brothers,
Absolute Body Control,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.