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 Vanuatu and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 mellotron 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the punk 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Wasted Youth,
Arab on Radar,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Saccharine Trust,
Hasil Adkins,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Das Ding,
Pole,
Kayak,
Audionom,
Nirvana,
Gerry Rafferty,
Erykah Badu,
Joey Negro,
Hashim,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Monks,
The Index,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shuggie Otis,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
FM Einheit,
Girls At Our Best!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
ABC,
The Leaves,
Black Sheep,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unrelated Segments,
Pagans,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
Jandek,
Flipper,
Jawbox,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
Sonic Youth,
Fatback Band,
Lindisfarne,
Marshall Jefferson,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rosa Yemen,
R.M.O.,
Khruangbin,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.