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 Denmark and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 Electric Prunes to the dance 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
X-101,
Cymande,
Man Eating Sloth,
K-Klass,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Cheater Slicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cowsills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Audionom,
The Slackers,
Urselle,
Gang Starr,
Fat Boys,
the Slits,
Skarface,
Brick,
Blancmange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Gladiators,
Livin' Joy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Boredoms,
Malaria!,
Fugazi,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Half Japanese,
Moby Grape,
Bauhaus,
Harmonia,
Aaron Thompson,
Connie Case,
Porter Ricks,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fela Kuti,
ABBA,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Deepchord,
Mr. Review,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Technova,
Hot Snakes,
The Happenings,
Flipper,
The Offenders,
Rites of Spring,
the Germs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.