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 Philippines and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 theremin 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 Quando Quango to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang of Four record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
Gregory Isaacs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Mantronix,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sam Rivers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Birthday Party,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Mad Mike,
Ohio Players,
The Cramps,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Names,
Radiohead,
Babytalk,
Lee Hazlewood,
These Immortal Souls,
China Crisis,
Nation of Ulysses,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cowsills,
Bobby Byrd,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Symarip,
The Tremeloes,
The Residents,
Eve St. Jones,
Eric B and Rakim,
Flipper,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Delta 5,
Ultimate Spinach,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Unrelated Segments,
Kerrie Biddell,
Carl Craig,
Newcleus,
Cymande,
Black Sheep,
Sound Behaviour,
Wings,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wolf Eyes,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skaos,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Green,
Ludus,
Los Fastidios,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.