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 Madagascar and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 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 Clear Light to the grunge 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Near record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Offenders,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Germs,
Deepchord,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Mills,
The Standells,
The Mummies,
Terrestrial Tones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Black Bananas,
Technova,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fugazi,
Vainqueur,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Happenings,
ABBA,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Agent Orange,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
Make Up,
Scott Walker,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Minnie Riperton,
Gichy Dan,
Crooked Eye,
Nick Fraelich,
Sugar Minott,
Can,
La Düsseldorf,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Nils Olav,
Au Pairs,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Parry Music,
Danielle Patucci,
Ossler,
Model 500,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Das Ding,
Janne Schatter,
The Buckinghams,
China Crisis,
The Gap Band,
LL Cool J,
Deadbeat,
Fifty Foot Hose,
June Days,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Sherman,
Half Japanese,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.