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 Dominica and from Winnipeg.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Barrington Levy to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Don Cherry. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '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 New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
the Germs,
Audionom,
Agent Orange,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lungfish,
Black Flag,
Neu!,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
World's Most,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dark Day,
Black Moon,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Sarah Menescal,
H. Thieme,
Unrelated Segments,
The Standells,
The Gladiators,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Outsiders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Slits,
Barbara Tucker,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Jacques Brel,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Peter & Gordon,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Skarface,
Lebanon Hanover,
Pylon,
Fela Kuti,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Mad Mike,
Ultravox,
Fluxion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shuggie Otis,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ronan,
Quantec,
Todd Rundgren,
Arcadia,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Inner City,
These Immortal Souls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.