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 Ghana and from Manchester.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Gang of Four to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Ultra Naté,
T.S.O.L.,
Index,
Mad Mike,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Happenings,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warren Ellis,
Television Personalities,
Anthony Braxton,
Prince Buster,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
Sex Pistols,
Rotary Connection,
Mission of Burma,
Crash Course in Science,
Robert Wyatt,
Black Moon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
The Gun Club,
Joyce Sims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
MDC,
Camberwell Now,
The Stooges,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
John Lydon,
Monolake,
Easy Going,
The Sonics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Todd Rundgren,
Maurizio,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerri Chandler,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
The Electric Prunes,
Youth Brigade,
Sixth Finger,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Talk Talk,
Steve Hackett,
David McCallum,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
The Searchers,
the Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.