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 Ecuador and from London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Wasted Youth,
Kerri Chandler,
Jerry's Kids,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Television,
Easy Going,
Bobby Byrd,
David Axelrod,
Crispian St. Peters,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
10cc,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
the Association,
Rakim,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Finger,
The Victims,
ABC,
Lou Christie,
The Techniques,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sun Ra,
Minor Threat,
Jacques Brel,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
The Dead C,
Althea and Donna,
Barry Ungar,
The Standells,
ABBA,
Gang of Four,
Ossler,
Interpol,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Goldenarms,
Leonard Cohen,
Fatback Band,
Camouflage,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Los Fastidios,
The Dirtbombs,
Surgeon,
Grauzone,
Echospace,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Brick,
Crooked Eye,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.