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 Kazakhstan and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joe Finger 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fuzztones,
The Cowsills,
Toni Rubio,
ABC,
Au Pairs,
Peter & Gordon,
Reuben Wilson,
Colin Newman,
Slick Rick,
Boredoms,
Tubeway Army,
China Crisis,
FM Einheit,
Pussy Galore,
Brothers Johnson,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Mo-Dettes,
Hasil Adkins,
The Grass Roots,
Dorothy Ashby,
The American Breed,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Associates,
The Dirtbombs,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soul Sonic Force,
Roger Hodgson,
Supertramp,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Connie Case,
Fela Kuti,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
Schoolly D,
Avey Tare,
Bronski Beat,
Chris Corsano,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
The Knickerbockers,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
The Standells,
a-ha,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bizarre Inc.,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.