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 Kiribati and from Accra.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Calgary.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Stiv Bators,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Royal Trux,
Flash Fearless,
The Smoke,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dead Boys,
Sonic Youth,
Juan Atkins,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Motions,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
Carl Craig,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Rotary Connection,
The Invisible,
Easy Going,
FM Einheit,
Agent Orange,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Soft Cell,
Fear,
Mandrill,
Byron Stingily,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Youth Brigade,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Jeff Lynne,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Delon & Dalcan,
Schoolly D,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Erykah Badu,
John Coltrane,
Symarip,
Todd Rundgren,
Ten City,
Rufus Thomas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
This Heat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dennis Brown,
Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare, Avey Tare.
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.