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 Burkina and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Kaleidoscope to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish 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?
Pantytec,
the Germs,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donny Hathaway,
The Star Department,
Idris Muhammad,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Cluster,
Bang On A Can,
Talk Talk,
Mr. Review,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Fluxion,
Mars,
Thompson Twins,
June Days,
The Searchers,
Mark Hollis,
Suicide,
Chris Corsano,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Vogues,
Qualms,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Massinfluence,
Bush Tetras,
Fad Gadget,
Hardrive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Blake Baxter,
The Residents,
PIL,
Minutemen,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
Frankie Knuckles,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pantaleimon,
Eric Copeland,
Isaac Hayes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
the Sonics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Matthew Halsall,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sun Ra,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Spoonie Gee,
Barrington Levy,
Royal Trux,
Robert Görl,
Warsaw,
Buzzcocks,
Mad Mike,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.