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 Lithuania and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 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 theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Toni Rubio,
Man Eating Sloth,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Stetsasonic,
The Electric Prunes,
Model 500,
The Saints,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fat Boys,
Nas,
Saccharine Trust,
Archie Shepp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Charles Mingus,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
Johnny Clarke,
Flamin' Groovies,
Throbbing Gristle,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Gladiators,
Skarface,
John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Organ,
Cheater Slicks,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Sun Ra,
Juan Atkins,
Letta Mbulu,
Eddi Front,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
DNA,
The Red Krayola,
Deepchord,
CMW,
Alphaville,
Vladislav Delay,
Pole,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wire,
Sixth Finger,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Residents,
Outsiders,
The Young Rascals,
Hashim,
The Wake,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Technova,
Monolake,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.