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 Luxembourg and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Symarip to the disco 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Andrew Hill tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Seeds,
Audionom,
Accadde A,
The Busters,
New York Dolls,
Supertramp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Piero Umiliani,
The Remains,
Byron Stingily,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Roxy Music,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crooked Eye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Oneida,
Procol Harum,
Prince Buster,
Lalann,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Invisible,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
E-Dancer,
Minutemen,
Duran Duran,
John Holt,
The Monks,
Maurizio,
the Human League,
Underground Resistance,
Absolute Body Control,
Magazine,
The Buckinghams,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
The Blues Magoos,
Hashim,
Funkadelic,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Stereo Dub,
The Toasters,
Motorama,
The Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
Lucky Dragons,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.