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 Mexico and from Milan.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 guitar 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 Oppenheimer Analysis to the grunge 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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Peter and Kerry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Bang On A Can,
Warsaw,
Porter Ricks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Sparks,
Rapeman,
Pierre Henry,
Flash Fearless,
Loose Ends,
The Slits,
Visage,
Fear,
Black Flag,
Inner City,
Crash Course in Science,
Soul II Soul,
Absolute Body Control,
David Bowie,
The Electric Prunes,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Cramps,
Agitation Free,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlback,
Japan,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Eric Copeland,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Chris Corsano,
Qualms,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Dead Boys,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Sonny Sharrock,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Outsiders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cameo,
Sugar Minott,
The Star Department,
Duran Duran,
DJ Sneak,
Alphaville,
Mr. Review,
Eli Mardock,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
Stiv Bators,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.