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 Taiwan and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jimmy McGriff to the disco 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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Parrish 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Audionom,
Animal Collective,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fire Engines,
Chris Corsano,
Avey Tare,
Desert Stars,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Quantec,
Joy Division,
Moss Icon,
The Buckinghams,
Jandek,
Mark Hollis,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Model 500,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Flipper,
June of 44,
kango's stein massive,
Scrapy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Absolute Body Control,
B.T. Express,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
Gong,
The Doobie Brothers,
Half Japanese,
David McCallum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Motions,
Pagans,
Skriet,
Rites of Spring,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cramps,
The Count Five,
The Pretty Things,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
Metal Thangz,
Severed Heads,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Essential Logic,
Dead Boys,
Patti Smith,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Slits,
Gastr Del Sol,
Boogie Down Productions,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.