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 Ghana and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 clarinet 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Count Five. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
The Red Krayola,
The Fire Engines,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hoover,
Fela Kuti,
Basic Channel,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Ituana,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Chris Corsano,
The Shadows of Knight,
Fad Gadget,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Radio Birdman,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fear,
Lou Christie,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Ultravox,
Black Pus,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sonics,
Big Daddy Kane,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ice-T,
Quando Quango,
A Certain Ratio,
Lungfish,
U.S. Maple,
Al Stewart,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Swans,
Derrick Morgan,
Radiohead,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Buckinghams,
Audionom,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cramps,
JFA,
Circle Jerks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ornette Coleman,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Davy DMX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tears for Fears,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.