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 Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 Pylon to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Busters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Johnny Clarke,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Stiv Bators,
Amazonics,
Shoche,
FM Einheit,
Avey Tare,
Slick Rick,
Derrick May,
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
Spandau Ballet,
Terry Callier,
the Fania All-Stars,
Susan Cadogan,
Excepter,
the Swans,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Minutemen,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ultra Naté,
Au Pairs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Patti Smith,
Boredoms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gang Green,
Flash Fearless,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
Joe Smooth,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott Heron,
One Last Wish,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Kool Moe Dee,
Zapp,
Agitation Free,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
June of 44,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Saccharine Trust,
The Five Americans,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scan 7,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.