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 Romania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 The Vogues to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All The Names tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sixth Finger 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar 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?
Mission of Burma,
The Flesh Eaters,
Von Mondo,
The Remains,
Angry Samoans,
Popol Vuh,
Japan,
Animal Collective,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Jacob Miller,
Oblivians,
Theoretical Girls,
X-Ray Spex,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Deadbeat,
T.S.O.L.,
Suicide,
The Doors,
MC5,
Ultravox,
Youth Brigade,
Blossom Toes,
Bronski Beat,
David McCallum,
John Lydon,
Simply Red,
Marvin Gaye,
MDC,
Swans,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
Radiopuhelimet,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Motions,
Organ,
Arab on Radar,
Absolute Body Control,
Isaac Hayes,
LL Cool J,
Camouflage,
Joe Smooth,
Terrestrial Tones,
Zero Boys,
Duran Duran,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Bobby Sherman,
Gregory Isaacs,
Outsiders,
Mandrill,
Judy Mowatt,
Porter Ricks,
Bluetip,
The Vogues,
Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid, Scratch Acid.
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.