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 Yemen and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Halifax.
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 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 The Angels of Light to the dance 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 Ossler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quando Quango,
The Evens,
Thompson Twins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Country Teasers,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Minutemen,
John Cale,
The Red Krayola,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Roxette,
New Age Steppers,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Swans,
The Fire Engines,
The Happenings,
Cameo,
Black Pus,
The Divine Comedy,
Harry Pussy,
Mr. Review,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sonny Sharrock,
MC5,
The Litter,
Masters at Work,
Q65,
Outsiders,
Japan,
Swell Maps,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Connie Case,
Barry Ungar,
Tres Demented,
Moebius,
the Bar-Kays,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Cymande,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Siglo XX,
Subhumans,
UT,
Adolescents,
Wasted Youth,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
The Grass Roots,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Music Machine,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.