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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Young Marble Giants to the funk 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 The Cure. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tommy Roe record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Durutti Column,
Soul II Soul,
The Blackbyrds,
The New Christs,
Morten Harket,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Schoolly D,
Jandek,
Michelle Simonal,
Albert Ayler,
Wolf Eyes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Pole,
48th St. Collective,
Q65,
The Moody Blues,
The Gun Club,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
K-Klass,
Malaria!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ronan,
Camouflage,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Misunderstood,
Parry Music,
Skaos,
The Grass Roots,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
These Immortal Souls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Iggy Pop,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Sister Nancy,
The Evens,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Ornette Coleman,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.