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 Maldives and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
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 theremin 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 Fortunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
cv313,
The Buckinghams,
The American Breed,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Royal Trux,
Peter and Kerry,
Guru Guru,
Funkadelic,
Darondo,
Magazine,
Agent Orange,
Jerry's Kids,
The Index,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Niagra,
The Residents,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lakeside,
June Days,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Stetsasonic,
Mantronix,
Mary Jane Girls,
Matthew Halsall,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
JFA,
Brand Nubian,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
X-102,
Oblivians,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Chris & Cosey,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
DJ Sneak,
Eli Mardock,
Brick,
Can,
The Cure,
Groovy Waters,
Flash Fearless,
Q and Not U,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soulsonic Force,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
The Electric Prunes,
Radio Birdman,
Hot Snakes,
Schoolly D,
The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke, The Smoke.
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.