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 Djibouti and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The J.B.'s to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Smoke. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra 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 punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
Index,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Mantronix,
Smog,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Q and Not U,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Franke,
Patti Smith,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
Arab on Radar,
Neu!,
Warren Ellis,
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brand Nubian,
Interpol,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
The Raincoats,
Glenn Branca,
Rites of Spring,
Wings,
Faust,
The Fortunes,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Don Cherry,
MDC,
Robert Wyatt,
The Gap Band,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Flamin' Groovies,
Idris Muhammad,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Divine Comedy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Smoke,
Pylon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.