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 Mauritania and from Lagos.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tim Buckley to the rap 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
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,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yusef Lateef,
Sister Nancy,
Sight & Sound,
Zapp,
Q65,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Lightning Bolt,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eve St. Jones,
Circle Jerks,
Robert Wyatt,
Brass Construction,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
New Order,
Todd Rundgren,
MDC,
Funkadelic,
The Fugs,
Masters at Work,
Iggy Pop,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Black Moon,
The Wake,
The Motions,
Thompson Twins,
The Dave Clark Five,
Faraquet,
Donny Hathaway,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
Mars,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
Quantec,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
the Normal,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Agitation Free,
Unrelated Segments,
the Swans,
Siglo XX,
The Index,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Au Pairs,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ultravox,
Radiohead,
David McCallum,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.