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 Austria 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the crunk 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 Pop Group. All the underground hits.
All Crooked Eye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
The Toasters,
The Real Kids,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Roger Hodgson,
The Young Rascals,
Terry Callier,
Boredoms,
Quantec,
Jesper Dahlback,
Marine Girls,
Siglo XX,
Harry Pussy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Pere Ubu,
The Names,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Lucky Dragons,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cybotron,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Nation of Ulysses,
Robert Görl,
Sun Ra,
Crime,
The Standells,
Henry Cow,
The Fortunes,
MDC,
The United States of America,
Michelle Simonal,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Piero Umiliani,
Maurizio,
Radio Birdman,
The Offenders,
These Immortal Souls,
Nils Olav,
Niagra,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cluster,
Intrusion,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Inner City,
Lyres,
Radiopuhelimet,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dawn Penn,
Ten City,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cecil Taylor,
Gastr Del Sol,
Brand Nubian,
Ice-T,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.