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 Venezuela 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 theremin 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the grunge 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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Moss Icon,
10cc,
Sam Rivers,
Byron Stingily,
Dual Sessions,
Wasted Youth,
Minnie Riperton,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Sound Behaviour,
Mary Jane Girls,
Quantec,
Skaos,
Trumans Water,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Blackbyrds,
The Red Krayola,
K-Klass,
Zero Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Beau Brummels,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O.,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bush Tetras,
Panda Bear,
Joy Division,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
The Golliwogs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Silicon Teens,
Ralphi Rosario,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Kinks,
The Gladiators,
This Heat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Shuggie Otis,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Minutemen,
Magma,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.