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 Indonesia and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Eve St. Jones to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
June of 44,
Gang Green,
PIL,
Trumans Water,
Pole,
Jandek,
The Durutti Column,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nico,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Avey Tare,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Lydon,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lou Christie,
Ossler,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Mr. Review,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ohio Players,
Flipper,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tubeway Army,
Cameo,
Flamin' Groovies,
cv313,
Joey Negro,
Archie Shepp,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Alphaville,
Agent Orange,
Icehouse,
Reuben Wilson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roy Ayers,
Althea and Donna,
Ice-T,
Ludus,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Erykah Badu,
Junior Murvin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cramps,
Porter Ricks,
Thompson Twins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Monks,
Das Ding,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Johnny Osbourne,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.