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 Australia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Pere Ubu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Panda Bear,
UT,
Roxette,
The Mojo Men,
Pole,
Stereo Dub,
The Smiths,
World's Most,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Sheep,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
48th St. Collective,
Section 25,
Desert Stars,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Khruangbin,
Livin' Joy,
the Soft Cell,
One Last Wish,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Chrome,
Circle Jerks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
Metal Thangz,
Scrapy,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Crime,
Shoche,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Beau Brummels,
Bush Tetras,
Cal Tjader,
Flipper,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Saccharine Trust,
Theoretical Girls,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
The Music Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gil Scott Heron,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxy Music,
Ohio Players,
Yazoo,
Siglo XX,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.