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 San Marino and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 Sixth Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Evens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Eric Copeland,
Jeff Lynne,
The Last Poets,
Boredoms,
This Heat,
Absolute Body Control,
Boogie Down Productions,
Public Enemy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Ponytail,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Neu!,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Seeds,
Soft Machine,
Pagans,
New Order,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
KRS-One,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Chris & Cosey,
the Normal,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Blackbyrds,
Infiniti,
Oneida,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gang Starr,
Ornette Coleman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Glenn Branca,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Delta 5,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun Ra,
Black Moon,
UT,
Shuggie Otis,
Jeff Mills,
The Mojo Men,
Bootsy Collins,
The Music Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wolf Eyes,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
Pantytec,
Vainqueur,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lindisfarne,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.