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 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Beijing.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roxette to the techno 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Alphaville,
Reuben Wilson,
Ultravox,
Swans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Model 500,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
PIL,
The Fugs,
Glenn Branca,
John Cale,
Drive Like Jehu,
Magazine,
KRS-One,
Rekid,
Anthony Braxton,
Lakeside,
Archie Shepp,
The Red Krayola,
Metal Thangz,
Hot Snakes,
Bush Tetras,
Camouflage,
Bizarre Inc.,
K-Klass,
The New Christs,
Johnny Clarke,
Todd Rundgren,
The Raincoats,
Flamin' Groovies,
Crispy Ambulance,
Buzzcocks,
The Fire Engines,
Stetsasonic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Man Parrish,
Theoretical Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Robert Hood,
The Seeds,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ten City,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joyce Sims,
Stereo Dub,
Wolf Eyes,
New Age Steppers,
Vladislav Delay,
Amon Düül II,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.