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 Mauritius and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 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 New Order to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Copeland,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pantaleimon,
E-Dancer,
Funkadelic,
Juan Atkins,
Morten Harket,
Pussy Galore,
Chrome,
Desert Stars,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Magma,
Cluster,
Circle Jerks,
Ornette Coleman,
DJ Style,
Todd Rundgren,
The Wake,
Drexciya,
Quadrant,
Icehouse,
a-ha,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Shoche,
Jeff Lynne,
MDC,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Hasil Adkins,
Arab on Radar,
Minnie Riperton,
The Mighty Diamonds,
KRS-One,
The Blues Magoos,
Wolf Eyes,
Judy Mowatt,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Tubeway Army,
The Residents,
In Retrospect,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joy Division,
Pere Ubu,
Kas Product,
T. Rex,
Rod Modell,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Lower 48,
Quando Quango,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Doors,
the Swans,
The Electric Prunes,
UT,
Cal Tjader,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.