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 Monaco and from Spokane.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 guitar 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the grunge 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Khruangbin,
Barbara Tucker,
T. Rex,
The Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
Gang of Four,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Residents,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Skriet,
Terrestrial Tones,
Interpol,
Arthur Verocai,
The Black Dice,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Danielle Patucci,
Blancmange,
Suicide,
kango's stein massive,
The Leaves,
Matthew Bourne,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aloha Tigers,
Anthony Braxton,
Harmonia,
Talk Talk,
Ice-T,
Camouflage,
Roxy Music,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Buckinghams,
Delta 5,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Leonard Cohen,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Remains,
Howard Jones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Litter,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Byron Stingily,
Groovy Waters,
R.M.O.,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slave,
Tubeway Army,
Wasted Youth,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.