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 United Kingdom and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the grunge 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Deakin,
Scott Walker,
T. Rex,
Ken Boothe,
CMW,
F. McDonald,
Alphaville,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Absolute Body Control,
Dual Sessions,
Skaos,
Robert Wyatt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Yaz,
the Swans,
The Last Poets,
Funky Four + One,
New Order,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Excepter,
Peter and Kerry,
Crispian St. Peters,
Procol Harum,
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Letta Mbulu,
Nico,
The Gladiators,
The Leaves,
Sun Ra,
Shuggie Otis,
The Doors,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
Yazoo,
Sonic Youth,
Pierre Henry,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Gabor Szabo,
Duran Duran,
48th St. Collective,
Prince Buster,
Smog,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Essential Logic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Parrish,
the Sonics,
Minny Pops,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roy Ayers,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ronnie Foster,
Niagra,
Desert Stars,
PIL,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.