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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Infiniti to the rock 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 Gregory Isaacs. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Urselle,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
The Gun Club,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Max Romeo,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang Starr,
Minutemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bill Wells,
The Pop Group,
The Dirtbombs,
The Standells,
Prince Buster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
X-102,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eric Copeland,
Sun City Girls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Little Man,
Circle Jerks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Blancmange,
Judy Mowatt,
Suicide,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pierre Henry,
The Fortunes,
Gang of Four,
Yaz,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Kinks,
The Gories,
Visage,
The Gap Band,
Brick,
Echospace,
These Immortal Souls,
Zero Boys,
Rotary Connection,
Scrapy,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Youth Brigade,
The Wake, The Wake, The Wake, The Wake.
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.