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 Georgia 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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Reagan Youth to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Index. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Harry Pussy,
The United States of America,
Ronan,
Susan Cadogan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Doobie Brothers,
Rapeman,
China Crisis,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
JFA,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry's Kids,
Ultra Naté,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
UT,
Mission of Burma,
Monolake,
Lakeside,
The Angels of Light,
Roy Ayers,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
The Moleskins,
Albert Ayler,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Thompson Twins,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Basic Channel,
Terrestrial Tones,
Boz Scaggs,
June Days,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Motorama,
Suburban Knight,
Roxy Music,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Bootsy Collins,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.