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 South Africa and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Lou Christie to the grunge 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Hot Snakes,
John Cale,
Guru Guru,
Prince Buster,
Television Personalities,
Fear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Offenders,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultravox,
The Real Kids,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Derrick Morgan,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Blues Magoos,
Aaron Thompson,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Laurel Aitken,
Chrome,
Popol Vuh,
Darondo,
Hoover,
Porter Ricks,
The Slits,
F. McDonald,
Lightning Bolt,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
CMW,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Harmonia,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Black Bananas,
Scratch Acid,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bobby Womack,
Yazoo,
Slick Rick,
Grauzone,
B.T. Express,
T. Rex,
JFA,
Liliput,
X-101,
Peter and Kerry,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
X-102,
The Golliwogs,
Inner City,
Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U, Q and Not U.
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.