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 Honduras and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Trumans Water to the punk 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 The Sonics. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every One Last Wish 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
Jawbox,
Aural Exciters,
Alphaville,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Thee Headcoats,
Talk Talk,
The Move,
B.T. Express,
Bobby Byrd,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Wake,
Bootsy Collins,
The Smoke,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sam Rivers,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
The Cramps,
Jacques Brel,
Hoover,
the Soft Cell,
Gang of Four,
The Last Poets,
The Litter,
Morten Harket,
Porter Ricks,
The Kinks,
John Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
Sugar Minott,
Simply Red,
Maleditus Sound,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Amon Düül,
Procol Harum,
Second Layer,
The Martian,
Tres Demented,
Los Fastidios,
The Neon Judgement,
the Swans,
La Düsseldorf,
The Angels of Light,
Max Romeo,
Fugazi,
Ituana,
Flamin' Groovies,
Michelle Simonal,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Icehouse,
New Age Steppers,
Arab on Radar,
The Gories, The Gories, The Gories, The Gories.
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.