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 Liechtenstein and from Tehran.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Chris Corsano tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Residents,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Country Teasers,
the Human League,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Oneida,
Schoolly D,
Letta Mbulu,
Bootsy Collins,
Television,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Black Pus,
Barrington Levy,
Babytalk,
Peter & Gordon,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Lou Reed,
Fela Kuti,
Soulsonic Force,
Junior Murvin,
Cal Tjader,
Derrick May,
David Bowie,
Negative Approach,
The Saints,
Qualms,
Marvin Gaye,
Glambeats Corp.,
Erasure,
Lyres,
New York Dolls,
UT,
The Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kenny Larkin,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Lebanon Hanover,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Albert Ayler,
The Names,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Moby Grape,
Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
The Doobie Brothers,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.