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 Guinea and from Salvador.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Wolf Eyes to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Eric Dolphy,
Blossom Toes,
Jawbox,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Von Mondo,
Avey Tare,
Joy Division,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Malaria!,
Loose Ends,
Maleditus Sound,
Supertramp,
T.S.O.L.,
H. Thieme,
Aural Exciters,
Soft Machine,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
Magma,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Cowsills,
The J.B.'s,
The Blackbyrds,
The Skatalites,
Zapp,
The Misunderstood,
Severed Heads,
The Gap Band,
Crooked Eye,
The Happenings,
Camberwell Now,
Grey Daturas,
Crime,
OOIOO,
The Velvet Underground,
The Stooges,
Fad Gadget,
Susan Cadogan,
Ultravox,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Mojo Men,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
Index,
Procol Harum,
Piero Umiliani,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
Babytalk,
Pantaleimon,
X-102,
Half Japanese,
Oblivians,
Scientists,
Roy Ayers,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.