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 Korea North 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ronan to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Maurizio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Loose Ends record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
The Mummies,
The Motions,
Soft Machine,
Barry Ungar,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
H. Thieme,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cybotron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Standells,
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Slick Rick,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Subhumans,
John Foxx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
John Holt,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
T. Rex,
Negative Approach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Young Marble Giants,
Average White Band,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Skatalites,
Minnie Riperton,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Tremeloes,
June Days,
Index,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Buzzcocks,
Swell Maps,
Roxy Music,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Sneak,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hasil Adkins,
10cc,
Connie Case,
James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks, James White and The Blacks.
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.