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 Papua New Guinea and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the rap 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 Lonnie Liston Smith. All the underground hits.
All Mo-Dettes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
R.M.O.,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Victims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Quando Quango,
F. McDonald,
The Angels of Light,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Bourne,
Newcleus,
The Busters,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
The United States of America,
Barbara Tucker,
Bluetip,
The Leaves,
Erykah Badu,
Matthew Halsall,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Wyatt,
Liliput,
Japan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Hashim,
The Move,
The Gun Club,
Johnny Clarke,
Mars,
Eden Ahbez,
The Divine Comedy,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Delon & Dalcan,
Reuben Wilson,
Toni Rubio,
Loose Ends,
Glambeats Corp.,
Quantec,
The Grass Roots,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
E-Dancer,
Jawbox,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Jerry's Kids,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Organ,
New Age Steppers,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.