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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Blossom Toes to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Bauhaus,
The Leaves,
Kayak,
Cybotron,
The Searchers,
Davy DMX,
Nation of Ulysses,
Panda Bear,
Talk Talk,
Radio Birdman,
Ralphi Rosario,
Pole,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Sixth Finger,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Theoretical Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
New York Dolls,
Animal Collective,
China Crisis,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Funky Four + One,
The Black Dice,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sarah Menescal,
Minnie Riperton,
The Buckinghams,
Zapp,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Icehouse,
the Association,
The Modern Lovers,
Toni Rubio,
Slave,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys,
Eden Ahbez,
Make Up,
the Soft Cell,
AZ,
The Pretty Things,
Amon Düül II,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Average White Band,
Jawbox,
Donald Byrd,
Roxette,
Glambeats Corp.,
FM Einheit,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.