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 Kenya and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 In Retrospect to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
Stereo Dub,
Lebanon Hanover,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Tremeloes,
Tom Boy,
Negative Approach,
Outsiders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Roxette,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Todd Rundgren,
New Order,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Bad Manners,
The Happenings,
DJ Sneak,
The Fire Engines,
Deakin,
The Fuzztones,
Hasil Adkins,
Los Fastidios,
The Angels of Light,
The New Christs,
The Divine Comedy,
Letta Mbulu,
Soft Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Skarface,
Yaz,
The Smiths,
Eric Copeland,
Judy Mowatt,
The Evens,
Eurythmics,
the Slits,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Y Pants,
Q65,
The Move,
Pharoah Sanders,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
B.T. Express,
Silicon Teens,
Crash Course in Science,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
David Bowie,
Sonny Sharrock,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.