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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 snare 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 Sparks to the funk 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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
Surgeon,
Television,
The Zeros,
Masters at Work,
Skriet,
Gichy Dan,
Motorama,
Pere Ubu,
The Offenders,
Flipper,
10cc,
48th St. Collective,
Soft Cell,
Public Enemy,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
kango's stein massive,
MC5,
The Real Kids,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Seeds,
Morten Harket,
Harmonia,
Magazine,
Desert Stars,
The J.B.'s,
Gong,
Faraquet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
China Crisis,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Patti Smith,
Crooked Eye,
Tim Buckley,
The Slackers,
Crime,
Joy Division,
The United States of America,
Massinfluence,
Mr. Review,
Ronan,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Slave,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Clarke,
the Slits,
Basic Channel,
Minor Threat,
Oneida,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxette,
Ornette Coleman,
Supertramp,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
In Retrospect,
Gastr Del Sol,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Vainqueur,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.