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 Marshall Islands and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Blossom Toes to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drive Like Jehu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Angry Samoans,
Section 25,
Graham Central Station,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kerri Chandler,
Cal Tjader,
Mantronix,
Skaos,
Technova,
Zapp,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pere Ubu,
Sight & Sound,
Faust,
Barry Ungar,
UT,
LL Cool J,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Delta 5,
the Normal,
Aaron Thompson,
Althea and Donna,
The Blackbyrds,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
Motorama,
Second Layer,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Saccharine Trust,
The Gun Club,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
OOIOO,
Bang On A Can,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pagans,
Isaac Hayes,
Scott Walker,
Mandrill,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
The United States of America,
Joey Negro,
Model 500,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Vladislav Delay,
Howard Jones,
Camberwell Now,
Grauzone,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Anakelly,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.