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 Swaziland and from Stockholm.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Buckinghams 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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cosmic Jokers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Schoolly D,
The Misunderstood,
Bronski Beat,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Barry Ungar,
Minny Pops,
The Mojo Men,
Nirvana,
Letta Mbulu,
Avey Tare,
Wire,
Audionom,
Lindisfarne,
Leonard Cohen,
Ornette Coleman,
Roxette,
Andrew Hill,
Godley & Creme,
New Order,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacques Brel,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Index,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
John Foxx,
Kayak,
10cc,
Main Source,
Jawbox,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
K-Klass,
Barbara Tucker,
Toni Rubio,
The Pretty Things,
Fad Gadget,
The Mummies,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
DNA,
The Litter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
London Community Gospel Choir,
China Crisis,
David Axelrod,
Minnie Riperton,
Bush Tetras,
D'Angelo,
The Buckinghams,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Section 25,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.