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 Iraq and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Slave to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantytec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warsaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Count Five,
The Star Department,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Rufus Thomas,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terry Callier,
Essential Logic,
Avey Tare,
Althea and Donna,
Unrelated Segments,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sister Nancy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Cluster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Alton Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Con Funk Shun,
Main Source,
Loose Ends,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Yaz,
Siglo XX,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Trumans Water,
Jacques Brel,
Juan Atkins,
Michelle Simonal,
Ken Boothe,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Pulsallama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rites of Spring,
Kool Moe Dee,
MC5,
Black Bananas,
Josef K,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Nico,
Public Image Ltd.,
10cc,
Kurtis Blow,
Faraquet,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Todd Terry,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.