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 Turkey and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Patti Smith to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Kas Product,
DNA,
Ronan,
Shuggie Otis,
Adolescents,
Ponytail,
The Index,
Marine Girls,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Symarip,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
New York Dolls,
The Misunderstood,
Charles Mingus,
Schoolly D,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Johnny Clarke,
Grey Daturas,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
Severed Heads,
Rakim,
Archie Shepp,
The Leaves,
Chris & Cosey,
The Searchers,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Neil Young,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Barry Ungar,
Mandrill,
Michelle Simonal,
Derrick Morgan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sight & Sound,
Sex Pistols,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Smog,
The Human League,
Alphaville,
The Fuzztones,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Soft Cell,
Jerry's Kids,
Derrick May,
The Young Rascals,
Soul II Soul,
Brothers Johnson,
Talk Talk,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lalann,
The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats, The Raincoats.
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.