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 Kuwait 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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 New York Dolls to the rock 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 Make Up. All the underground hits.
All Letta Mbulu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantaleimon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cluster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Archie Shepp,
The American Breed,
Todd Rundgren,
Little Man,
Kayak,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
Fatback Band,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Wings,
Scrapy,
Ossler,
Bill Wells,
a-ha,
Deakin,
Eli Mardock,
The Doors,
the Germs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jawbox,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Ice-T,
Minny Pops,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Joensuu 1685,
The Evens,
Theoretical Girls,
Man Parrish,
New York Dolls,
The Gladiators,
Cheater Slicks,
Zero Boys,
The J.B.'s,
The Mojo Men,
Silicon Teens,
Pere Ubu,
Fad Gadget,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Toni Rubio,
Trumans Water,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Moleskins,
Terrestrial Tones,
Rapeman,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
UT,
Eric Copeland,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.