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 Thailand and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Sisters of Mercy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ken Boothe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eurythmics,
The Slackers,
John Coltrane,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sound Behaviour,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABC,
the Association,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Stetsasonic,
the Bar-Kays,
Amon Düül,
Rufus Thomas,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Kinks,
June of 44,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Slits,
Scan 7,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Seeds,
Dark Day,
Joy Division,
Gang Green,
Television,
Aswad,
The Leaves,
Pulsallama,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Electric Prunes,
K-Klass,
Black Bananas,
Alton Ellis,
Wings,
Liliput,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Red Krayola,
Arab on Radar,
Lou Christie,
cv313,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Essential Logic,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Public Enemy,
Yazoo,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pop Group,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.