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 Barbados and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Stiv Bators to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Bill Wells,
Zapp,
Scan 7,
Kas Product,
U.S. Maple,
Sällskapet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ronan,
The Count Five,
The Toasters,
Warsaw,
Index,
Cameo,
Vladislav Delay,
Soul II Soul,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Chrome,
The Mojo Men,
Tubeway Army,
Ludus,
Dead Boys,
K-Klass,
Sonic Youth,
ABC,
The Knickerbockers,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Index,
Ituana,
David Bowie,
Arthur Verocai,
Godley & Creme,
Mr. Review,
Section 25,
Eurythmics,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric Dolphy,
Reuben Wilson,
Swans,
Boz Scaggs,
Chris Corsano,
Shuggie Otis,
MC5,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
The Offenders,
Anakelly,
Tomorrow,
Magma,
Delon & Dalcan,
PIL,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gang Green,
Clear Light,
The Dirtbombs,
Cal Tjader,
The Walker Brothers,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.