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 Albania and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joey Negro,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pantaleimon,
The Associates,
New York Dolls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Crooked Eye,
The Fuzztones,
Pere Ubu,
Morten Harket,
Stockholm Monsters,
Simply Red,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ten City,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
The Red Krayola,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
The Invisible,
Michelle Simonal,
Blossom Toes,
Tim Buckley,
Ralphi Rosario,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Talk Talk,
Fad Gadget,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Goldenarms,
Nirvana,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Almond,
Scan 7,
Make Up,
Dennis Brown,
Excepter,
Swell Maps,
Byron Stingily,
Cal Tjader,
T. Rex,
Inner City,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Knickerbockers,
The Victims,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The American Breed,
Pole,
H. Thieme,
The Grass Roots,
June of 44,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lakeside,
Alice Coltrane,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dark Day,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.