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 Japan and from Portland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet 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 Avey Tare to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mission of Burma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
The Skatalites,
World's Most,
Camberwell Now,
Connie Case,
Spandau Ballet,
Yazoo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Leonard Cohen,
Fear,
Model 500,
Peter and Kerry,
The Martian,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Magma,
Eden Ahbez,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Angels of Light,
Henry Cow,
John Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
the Human League,
The Seeds,
The Kinks,
Piero Umiliani,
The Fortunes,
Arab on Radar,
James White and The Blacks,
Boredoms,
Girls At Our Best!,
Thompson Twins,
Los Fastidios,
Lower 48,
Soft Cell,
The Cowsills,
The Wake,
The Modern Lovers,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Roger Hodgson,
The Doors,
48th St. Collective,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New York Dolls,
Oblivians,
the Bar-Kays,
Smog,
Brothers Johnson,
Cymande,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Darondo,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.