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 Ukraine and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Prince Buster to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Black Flag tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Japan,
The Gun Club,
Au Pairs,
Gang Starr,
Rhythm & Sound,
Half Japanese,
The Tremeloes,
Index,
The Raincoats,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
MDC,
Andrew Hill,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter & Gordon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Agitation Free,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
One Last Wish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
Archie Shepp,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Radio Birdman,
Henry Cow,
cv313,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Knickerbockers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
R.M.O.,
June of 44,
Jeff Lynne,
Erasure,
The Blackbyrds,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mr. Review,
KRS-One,
Motorama,
Sound Behaviour,
Liliput,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül,
Gong,
Josef K,
Banda Bassotti,
Warsaw,
Hoover,
Deakin,
Monks,
Warren Ellis,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Vogues,
Scion,
Grauzone,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.