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 Nauru and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk 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 Traffic Nightmare. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Fugazi,
Roy Ayers,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
Tommy Roe,
The Sound,
Blancmange,
The Stooges,
The Music Machine,
Bronski Beat,
Echospace,
Organ,
Aaron Thompson,
Avey Tare,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Buzzcocks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
DJ Style,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Mary Jane Girls,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Michelle Simonal,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
These Immortal Souls,
Dark Day,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Tears for Fears,
Colin Newman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Seeds,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
Lalann,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Alison Limerick,
Slave,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Janne Schatter,
Funky Four + One,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Graham Central Station,
Aswad,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
F. McDonald,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.