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 Malaysia and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye 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 harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Sun Ra,
Marmalade,
David Axelrod,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Camberwell Now,
Glenn Branca,
Henry Cow,
The Dead C,
Lungfish,
The Moody Blues,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Public Image Ltd.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Mo-Dettes,
Ken Boothe,
Dead Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Unrelated Segments,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
Faraquet,
Barbara Tucker,
Main Source,
Lee Hazlewood,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Eli Mardock,
Kerri Chandler,
The Searchers,
Moebius,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
The United States of America,
The Litter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Juan Atkins,
Lower 48,
Marine Girls,
Sarah Menescal,
Procol Harum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magazine,
Khruangbin,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Moleskins,
Prince Buster,
Hot Snakes,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang of Four,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
10cc,
Unwound,
Bang On A Can,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.