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 Marshall Islands and from Mexico City.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Infiniti to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Al Stewart,
LL Cool J,
Iggy Pop,
Goldenarms,
Thee Headcoats,
Trumans Water,
Mark Hollis,
Infiniti,
Inner City,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
The Blackbyrds,
The Shadows of Knight,
Agitation Free,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Scratch Acid,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Names,
Lucky Dragons,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Intrusion,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Whodini,
Mr. Review,
Television,
The Smiths,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Cameo,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Section 25,
Von Mondo,
Colin Newman,
The Gories,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Byrd,
JFA,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Lakeside,
the Fania All-Stars,
X-Ray Spex,
H. Thieme,
Faust, Faust, Faust, Faust.
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.