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 Belgium and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord 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 Camberwell Now to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Walker Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drive Like Jehu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Yaz,
The Red Krayola,
Michelle Simonal,
Idris Muhammad,
Stereo Dub,
Marvin Gaye,
Wolf Eyes,
Bluetip,
John Coltrane,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Gichy Dan,
Schoolly D,
Desert Stars,
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Don Cherry,
Fatback Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
In Retrospect,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Youth Brigade,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Pere Ubu,
The Victims,
The Monks,
Basic Channel,
Thee Headcoats,
The Angels of Light,
Chris & Cosey,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
Sparks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Slackers,
Pagans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ice-T,
cv313,
The Remains,
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rod Modell,
Iggy Pop,
Barry Ungar,
The Blackbyrds,
Al Stewart,
The Birthday Party,
the Association,
Eden Ahbez,
Anthony Braxton,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.