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 Israel and from Stockholm.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Los Fastidios to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
EPMD,
Parry Music,
Altered Images,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Names,
Ronnie Foster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
a-ha,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Spandau Ballet,
Faraquet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jandek,
Glenn Branca,
Amon Düül II,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
Country Teasers,
The Knickerbockers,
The Skatalites,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crash Course in Science,
Suicide,
Das Ding,
Gabor Szabo,
Silicon Teens,
Tim Buckley,
David Axelrod,
Rotary Connection,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Crooked Eye,
Bad Manners,
The Evens,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Birthday Party,
Fugazi,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Nation of Ulysses,
Alice Coltrane,
Mantronix,
The Neon Judgement,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.