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 Turkey and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb 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 Marine Girls to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dead Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Metal Thangz,
Ronnie Foster,
Chris Corsano,
Funky Four + One,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Reagan Youth,
Minutemen,
Can,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Pretty Things,
Icehouse,
The Trojans,
Alton Ellis,
Jeff Lynne,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cybotron,
Urselle,
Dave Gahan,
EPMD,
Niagra,
The Sonics,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Alice Coltrane,
The Leaves,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scrapy,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Organ,
Black Flag,
The Vogues,
Groovy Waters,
Tropical Tobacco,
Saccharine Trust,
Agent Orange,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Qualms,
Ultra Naté,
Blake Baxter,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rosa Yemen,
Little Man,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joyce Sims,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.