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 Singapore and from Jakarta.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sex Pistols record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Guru Guru,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Con Funk Shun,
Neil Young,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
The Offenders,
Cecil Taylor,
Thompson Twins,
Eddi Front,
Michelle Simonal,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rakim,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Essential Logic,
8 Eyed Spy,
These Immortal Souls,
The Flesh Eaters,
Alice Coltrane,
Franke,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
Avey Tare,
Dennis Brown,
Hashim,
Gabor Szabo,
Ken Boothe,
John Coltrane,
ABBA,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Niagra,
Massinfluence,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Neon Judgement,
Camouflage,
Metal Thangz,
Wasted Youth,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Moss Icon,
Goldenarms,
Blossom Toes,
The Velvet Underground,
Bobby Byrd,
Subhumans,
Barbara Tucker,
Depeche Mode,
Lower 48,
Colin Newman,
Television,
Echospace,
Wolf Eyes,
Technova,
The Invisible,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.