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 Kiribati and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Lynne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
The Doobie Brothers,
Alison Limerick,
The Cure,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Copeland,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Tres Demented,
Goldenarms,
Reuben Wilson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Normal,
Kas Product,
Easy Going,
Visage,
Gichy Dan,
Thompson Twins,
Barbara Tucker,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Audionom,
Camouflage,
Pole,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agent Orange,
Juan Atkins,
The Red Krayola,
Unwound,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
EPMD,
Siglo XX,
World's Most,
Sugar Minott,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
Black Moon,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Sonics,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Toasters,
The Trojans,
Dorothy Ashby,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Scientists,
Brand Nubian,
Make Up,
The Birthday Party,
Ronnie Foster,
David Bowie,
Radio Birdman,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.