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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dawn Penn,
Lower 48,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Raincoats,
Gang Green,
Neil Young,
Mr. Review,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
Mars,
Ponytail,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
kango's stein massive,
New York Dolls,
Unwound,
Minutemen,
The Gun Club,
H. Thieme,
Sällskapet,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boredoms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Busters,
Josef K,
Jawbox,
The Pretty Things,
LL Cool J,
Scrapy,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
DJ Sneak,
Matthew Halsall,
The Kinks,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Dark Day,
Lalo Schifrin,
Boz Scaggs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Golliwogs,
Alphaville,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Dual Sessions,
The Fire Engines,
Jacques Brel,
Lou Christie,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
Minny Pops,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.