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 Kiribati and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 arpeggiator 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 Little Man to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
the Sonics,
Japan,
Deadbeat,
JFA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
ABC,
Echospace,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Schoolly D,
Rotary Connection,
Rod Modell,
The Stooges,
Max Romeo,
Circle Jerks,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Fluxion,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kool Moe Dee,
Young Marble Giants,
Glenn Branca,
Glambeats Corp.,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Supertramp,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Vogues,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Yusef Lateef,
Tim Buckley,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
Saccharine Trust,
Amazonics,
Nick Fraelich,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Slave,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
Negative Approach,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mission of Burma,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bang On A Can,
Guru Guru,
Stereo Dub,
Maurizio,
The Busters,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.