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 Macedonia and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Country Teasers to the rock 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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Little Man,
The Fire Engines,
Gang Starr,
Accadde A,
Easy Going,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Dark Day,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glenn Branca,
John Lydon,
The Star Department,
the Fania All-Stars,
PIL,
Grauzone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Junior Murvin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Bootsy Collins,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Bob Dylan,
Infiniti,
Main Source,
Zapp,
Flipper,
X-Ray Spex,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Matthew Halsall,
Alice Coltrane,
Index,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
Charles Mingus,
Ossler,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Livin' Joy,
The Index,
Simply Red,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Faraquet,
Fela Kuti,
Pulsallama,
Joyce Sims,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare,
Marc Almond,
The Pretty Things,
Lower 48,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispy Ambulance,
Swans,
Amazonics,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.