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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jandek record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Nik Kershaw,
Rakim,
Barrington Levy,
Unrelated Segments,
The Wake,
Joe Smooth,
Radio Birdman,
Soulsonic Force,
Section 25,
Basic Channel,
the Swans,
Marmalade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
48th St. Collective,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pagans,
Frankie Knuckles,
Blossom Toes,
UT,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Barbara Tucker,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ituana,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Wells,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Junior Murvin,
Delta 5,
Mars,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Das Ding,
Jawbox,
Procol Harum,
DNA,
The Standells,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
L. Decosne,
Black Flag,
Desert Stars,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.