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 Pakistan and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Woodstock.
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 Holger Czukay 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Pussy Galore tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Dirtbombs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gichy Dan,
Mad Mike,
Thee Headcoats,
Matthew Halsall,
Pantytec,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
John Holt,
Pylon,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
Swans,
Whodini,
New York Dolls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Junior Murvin,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Names,
the Soft Cell,
The Neon Judgement,
Pole,
Television Personalities,
Charles Mingus,
Con Funk Shun,
Flipper,
Arab on Radar,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
Skarface,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
The Human League,
Basic Channel,
Rekid,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül II,
CMW,
Tom Boy,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Intrusion,
Oblivians,
T. Rex,
The Saints,
FM Einheit,
Rotary Connection,
The Music Machine,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Main Source,
Jeff Lynne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Young Marble Giants,
Boredoms,
Lindisfarne,
Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes, Hot Snakes.
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.