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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mad Mike 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-102 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rahsaan Roland Kirk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Names,
Moebius,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang of Four,
Underground Resistance,
Jacob Miller,
Grauzone,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Stetsasonic,
Robert Görl,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Stockholm Monsters,
Soft Cell,
Unwound,
Dead Boys,
Scratch Acid,
The Sound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
T. Rex,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Human League,
Funky Four + One,
Boz Scaggs,
Glambeats Corp.,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Remains,
Goldenarms,
David McCallum,
Mars,
Skarface,
Tom Boy,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Quadrant,
Janne Schatter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Accadde A,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
K-Klass,
Niagra,
Bush Tetras,
Guru Guru,
The Golliwogs,
Neil Young,
Motorama,
Grey Daturas,
Lyres,
Lindisfarne,
Anthony Braxton,
Pere Ubu,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bob Dylan,
The Pretty Things,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Desert Stars,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.