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 Zimbabwe and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Radiohead tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roxette record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Spandau Ballet,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
Swell Maps,
Ituana,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Arthur Verocai,
Pharoah Sanders,
Underground Resistance,
Eric Dolphy,
One Last Wish,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Unrelated Segments,
The Doobie Brothers,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
T.S.O.L.,
Matthew Halsall,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Siglo XX,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Buckinghams,
Tommy Roe,
Camouflage,
Tears for Fears,
The Stooges,
Gang Green,
Tres Demented,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pagans,
JFA,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Stiv Bators,
The Raincoats,
Chrome,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Moleskins,
The Moody Blues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.