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 the UAE and from Shanghai.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Colin Newman to the disco 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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
Qualms,
UT,
Danielle Patucci,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roxy Music,
Newcleus,
Jeff Mills,
Section 25,
Iggy Pop,
Ken Boothe,
Von Mondo,
Erykah Badu,
Cluster,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
The Names,
Liliput,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
The Trojans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Normal,
Nils Olav,
The Real Kids,
Brand Nubian,
Bob Dylan,
Mark Hollis,
Rites of Spring,
Crime,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
ABBA,
Mo-Dettes,
The Cowsills,
Schoolly D,
The Saints,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Eric Copeland,
The Black Dice,
Surgeon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Barclay James Harvest,
Y Pants,
This Heat,
Lindisfarne,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Au Pairs,
Gichy Dan,
Janne Schatter,
The Invisible,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.