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 Bulgaria and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 spring reverb 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 Jawbox to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Minutemen,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
The Index,
Jawbox,
DNA,
Andrew Hill,
Sarah Menescal,
Crime,
Alice Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Duran Duran,
Rites of Spring,
Cheater Slicks,
Magma,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
The Residents,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Radiohead,
Sexual Harrassment,
Nick Fraelich,
Cybotron,
Faraquet,
The Names,
Gang Green,
Sex Pistols,
Marine Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aural Exciters,
Gang of Four,
Camouflage,
cv313,
Pharoah Sanders,
Suicide,
Dual Sessions,
Gabor Szabo,
Ronan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ronnie Foster,
Rakim,
Visage,
Loose Ends,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The J.B.'s,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Second Layer,
Infiniti,
The Selecter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.