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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Gladiators to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Yaz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Robert Wyatt,
Letta Mbulu,
Zapp,
Easy Going,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
Brass Construction,
Infiniti,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Peter & Gordon,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
The Mojo Men,
Fad Gadget,
Babytalk,
Lalo Schifrin,
Second Layer,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scion,
The Move,
Robert Görl,
Supertramp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
New Age Steppers,
Chris Corsano,
Negative Approach,
The Beau Brummels,
Sex Pistols,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
L. Decosne,
Pere Ubu,
Mandrill,
Sugar Minott,
Harmonia,
Johnny Osbourne,
China Crisis,
Accadde A,
Skarface,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Morten Harket,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Joyce Sims,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Pop Group,
June of 44,
Pantytec,
Zero Boys,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.