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 Afghanistan and from New York.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ 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 The Smoke to the crunk 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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kas Product record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Icehouse,
Swans,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gladiators,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Boz Scaggs,
Jacques Brel,
The Five Americans,
Sex Pistols,
Amon Düül,
Duran Duran,
Ponytail,
Bang On A Can,
Swell Maps,
Bobby Sherman,
Goldenarms,
The Skatalites,
Jerry's Kids,
Mantronix,
John Holt,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Royal Trux,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Magazine,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Soft Cell,
Barry Ungar,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Zeros,
Hoover,
Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
The Kinks,
Supertramp,
The Gun Club,
Ten City,
Bluetip,
CMW,
Tomorrow,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Knickerbockers,
Pulsallama,
Scrapy,
Mars,
Fugazi,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.