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 Libya and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Nation of Ulysses to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All The Cure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Radiohead,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Faraquet,
the Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
The Gap Band,
The Count Five,
Bobby Sherman,
Robert Wyatt,
Chris Corsano,
X-102,
Dual Sessions,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Aswad,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Ohio Players,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul II Soul,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Easy Going,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
Index,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
the Association,
UT,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Suicide,
New York Dolls,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Marine Girls,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Chrome,
The Birthday Party,
Avey Tare,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
Negative Approach,
The Real Kids,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.