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 New Zealand and from Delhi.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Shanghai.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jawbox 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Davy DMX,
Hashim,
Lower 48,
Urselle,
Siglo XX,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
JFA,
The Motions,
Prince Buster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Residents,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Cymande,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Zapp,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Janne Schatter,
Colin Newman,
Donald Byrd,
Susan Cadogan,
Silicon Teens,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Essential Logic,
Black Sheep,
T.S.O.L.,
The Pop Group,
Wire,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Simply Red,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pantytec,
Junior Murvin,
Iggy Pop,
Donny Hathaway,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
Jawbox,
CMW,
Popol Vuh,
Gang of Four,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Wasted Youth,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Soul II Soul,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
Hasil Adkins,
Bill Wells,
Crash Course in Science,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.