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 Brazil and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 güiro 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 Todd Rundgren to the electroclash 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wally Richardson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Japan,
The Fall,
Skriet,
The Sisters of Mercy,
One Last Wish,
Bill Near,
Tim Buckley,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick Morgan,
The Tremeloes,
10cc,
Gil Scott Heron,
Interpol,
Magma,
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Ultra Naté,
Trumans Water,
The Seeds,
The Black Dice,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sixth Finger,
The Victims,
The Music Machine,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Josef K,
Terry Callier,
The Martian,
Oneida,
Marshall Jefferson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lyres,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
In Retrospect,
Dual Sessions,
Danielle Patucci,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
John Holt,
Theoretical Girls,
Cheater Slicks,
The Young Rascals,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Simply Red,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonic Youth,
Matthew Halsall,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fire Engines,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.