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 Kuwait and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Paris.
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 chamberlin 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 The Busters to the rock 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Kerri Chandler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
One Last Wish,
The Gap Band,
Altered Images,
Mantronix,
MC5,
Donny Hathaway,
Gong,
Metal Thangz,
the Germs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rekid,
Funkadelic,
The Searchers,
Alphaville,
The Martian,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
CMW,
Yellowson,
Stetsasonic,
Accadde A,
Q65,
Grey Daturas,
Popol Vuh,
Skaos,
Hashim,
Boz Scaggs,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scott Walker,
The Neon Judgement,
Siglo XX,
Soft Cell,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Essential Logic,
Harpers Bizarre,
Peter & Gordon,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Crooked Eye,
Roxette,
Marcia Griffiths,
Delta 5,
Jeff Lynne,
Drexciya,
Negative Approach,
The Electric Prunes,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Bronski Beat,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.