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 Uzbekistan and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the guitar 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro 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 sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Babytalk,
Ultimate Spinach,
Simply Red,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Section 25,
AZ,
Talk Talk,
Theoretical Girls,
Can,
The Fire Engines,
Royal Trux,
Circle Jerks,
Cluster,
Joensuu 1685,
Crash Course in Science,
Ponytail,
K-Klass,
Liliput,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
The American Breed,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Wire,
The Zeros,
T. Rex,
Marine Girls,
June Days,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Fall,
KRS-One,
Skarface,
The Victims,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
Kool Moe Dee,
Iggy Pop,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Fat Boys,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Anthony Braxton,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Tom Boy,
The Offenders,
The Busters,
Trumans Water,
Lalann,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
cv313,
Reuben Wilson,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.