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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Thee Headcoats to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Lou Christie,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Mojo Men,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Electric Prunes,
Pole,
The Detroit Cobras,
Barry Ungar,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kenny Larkin,
The Gladiators,
Metal Thangz,
Unwound,
Swans,
The Young Rascals,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Simply Red,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Dead C,
Visage,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scratch Acid,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
L. Decosne,
Slick Rick,
Janne Schatter,
Hasil Adkins,
Andrew Hill,
The Busters,
Carl Craig,
Girls At Our Best!,
ABBA,
The Doobie Brothers,
Deepchord,
Youth Brigade,
FM Einheit,
Marmalade,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Television,
T.S.O.L.,
Icehouse,
The Fall,
The Evens,
Blossom Toes,
Rapeman,
Black Sheep,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ken Boothe,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Liliput,
The Dirtbombs,
Das Ding,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.