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 Philippines and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Joyce Sims tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boredoms,
Von Mondo,
Pagans,
Drexciya,
Livin' Joy,
The Buckinghams,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yusef Lateef,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Gun Club,
Max Romeo,
Mandrill,
Zapp,
AZ,
Fat Boys,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joe Finger,
DJ Style,
Rekid,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Boz Scaggs,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marc Almond,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Scan 7,
Kayak,
Donald Byrd,
Stereo Dub,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ituana,
8 Eyed Spy,
Dave Gahan,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris & Cosey,
Eden Ahbez,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Glenn Branca,
The Dead C,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Cell,
10cc,
Parry Music,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
The Sound,
Visage,
The Kinks,
Scientists,
Buzzcocks,
JFA,
Gang Starr,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.