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 Mongolia and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a AZ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monks,
Hasil Adkins,
Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Crispy Ambulance,
kango's stein massive,
Minutemen,
Throbbing Gristle,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Thee Headcoats,
Gregory Isaacs,
Moss Icon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Electric Prunes,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy Collins,
The Evens,
Eddi Front,
Massinfluence,
Monks,
Barbara Tucker,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Animal Collective,
The Invisible,
New Order,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Foxx,
Andrew Hill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Isaac Hayes,
La Düsseldorf,
Eric Dolphy,
Cal Tjader,
Prince Buster,
MDC,
Johnny Clarke,
Gil Scott Heron,
Brothers Johnson,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Liliput,
Japan,
Alphaville,
Connie Case,
The Smiths,
Underground Resistance,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Aswad,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
The Slits,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones, Howard Jones.
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.