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 Nicaragua and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 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 Pantaleimon to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Easy Going record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
The Trojans,
Matthew Halsall,
The Move,
Ralphi Rosario,
Oneida,
Joensuu 1685,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
John Coltrane,
Anakelly,
Crispy Ambulance,
Black Bananas,
Los Fastidios,
Tears for Fears,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Leonard Cohen,
Royal Trux,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Human League,
Von Mondo,
Joyce Sims,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Dual Sessions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dorothy Ashby,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Blackbyrds,
Susan Cadogan,
48th St. Collective,
The Smoke,
Icehouse,
The Moleskins,
Erykah Badu,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mo-Dettes,
The Fugs,
Lucky Dragons,
Section 25,
The Red Krayola,
Ossler,
Massinfluence,
Loose Ends,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Rapeman,
Sister Nancy,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barclay James Harvest,
K-Klass,
10cc,
In Retrospect,
Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring, Rites of Spring.
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.