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 Netherlands and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Eli Mardock to the punk 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 Sun City Girls. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Boz Scaggs,
Essential Logic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Moon,
Con Funk Shun,
Eli Mardock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Siglo XX,
Stiv Bators,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Suicide,
Ornette Coleman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Girls At Our Best!,
Scratch Acid,
Young Marble Giants,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Whodini,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman,
John Holt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
Ultra Naté,
Wasted Youth,
Public Enemy,
Junior Murvin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Steve Hackett,
Rakim,
The Sonics,
The Human League,
The Remains,
Nils Olav,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camouflage,
Hasil Adkins,
The Gun Club,
The Cure,
Nick Fraelich,
The Detroit Cobras,
Electric Prunes,
Scion,
Parry Music,
Popol Vuh,
Fela Kuti,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.