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 Hungary and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lebanon Hanover to the crunk 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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
Jawbox,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Residents,
The Angels of Light,
Freddie Wadling,
Kayak,
Minor Threat,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Flag,
The Shadows of Knight,
D'Angelo,
E-Dancer,
The Cure,
Pole,
John Foxx,
the Normal,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Big Daddy Kane,
Lou Reed,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Clear Light,
The Slits,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tommy Roe,
David Axelrod,
Fela Kuti,
Black Bananas,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Animal Collective,
The Offenders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marine Girls,
Bluetip,
cv313,
Warsaw,
Fluxion,
Bang On A Can,
Desert Stars,
Kerrie Biddell,
Connie Case,
Flash Fearless,
Eric Copeland,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Hoover,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rapeman,
Oblivians,
kango's stein massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.