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 Cyprus and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 Michael McDonald 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 Lucky Dragons to the jazz 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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cramps record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Pulsallama,
Babytalk,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Echospace,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
David Bowie,
Trumans Water,
Blake Baxter,
Avey Tare,
Amon Düül,
Jandek,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Japan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Funky Four + One,
Simply Red,
The Sonics,
Anthony Braxton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cheater Slicks,
Roy Ayers,
One Last Wish,
Soul Sonic Force,
Symarip,
Oneida,
Carl Craig,
Ice-T,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
The Mummies,
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Royal Trux,
The Fugs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Todd Terry,
Eve St. Jones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Ten City,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Byrd,
Arcadia,
The Detroit Cobras,
Davy DMX,
K-Klass,
Cecil Taylor,
The Slackers,
Donny Hathaway,
Negative Approach,
Au Pairs,
Pussy Galore,
Danielle Patucci,
Deepchord,
Malaria!,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.