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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Standells to the rap 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All The Jesus and Mary Chain tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mr. Review record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sarah Menescal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
The Gladiators,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Barry Ungar,
The Busters,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Technova,
Mary Jane Girls,
Adolescents,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Average White Band,
Fugazi,
Massinfluence,
The Walker Brothers,
the Association,
Fat Boys,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Banda Bassotti,
the Sonics,
Sound Behaviour,
The Invisible,
David Bowie,
Sugar Minott,
The Red Krayola,
The Trojans,
Black Flag,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Roxy Music,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Womack,
Reuben Wilson,
Boz Scaggs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nils Olav,
R.M.O.,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grauzone,
The Remains,
Trumans Water,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ohio Players,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Barracudas,
Dark Day,
Sight & Sound,
Gregory Isaacs,
Gang of Four,
Isaac Hayes,
June of 44,
Los Fastidios,
The Beau Brummels,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Sällskapet,
X-Ray Spex,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Oblivians,
The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes, The Fortunes.
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.