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 Slovenia and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Woodstock.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Skaos to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pussy Galore record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Absolute Body Control,
China Crisis,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jandek,
Nas,
a-ha,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Maurizio,
Ossler,
Country Joe & The Fish,
UT,
Black Pus,
David McCallum,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Charles Mingus,
Leonard Cohen,
Whodini,
Echospace,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Albert Ayler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Skaos,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer,
Lalann,
Godley & Creme,
Carl Craig,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Toni Rubio,
Dead Boys,
Scion,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Skarface,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
Hashim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Quantec,
These Immortal Souls,
Oblivians,
Banda Bassotti,
Technova,
Oneida,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Associates,
Can,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brand Nubian,
The Detroit Cobras,
Henry Cow,
Half Japanese,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Vainqueur,
Eve St. Jones,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.