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 Iraq and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Delta 5 to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Golliwogs. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fortunes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Scrapy,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Judy Mowatt,
Davy DMX,
Crash Course in Science,
Minor Threat,
Qualms,
Brothers Johnson,
Juan Atkins,
Ultimate Spinach,
Visage,
The Dirtbombs,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone,
Altered Images,
Country Teasers,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Kool Moe Dee,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
Desert Stars,
The Moleskins,
Soul II Soul,
Bang On A Can,
Spoonie Gee,
Oblivians,
X-102,
Roy Ayers,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
David Axelrod,
Tommy Roe,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Moby Grape,
Yaz,
Gastr Del Sol,
Harry Pussy,
Jeff Mills,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Faraquet,
Groovy Waters,
Echospace,
Niagra,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.