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 Georgia and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Ultra Naté 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Qualms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Surgeon,
Groovy Waters,
Robert Wyatt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
Tommy Roe,
Second Layer,
Pantytec,
Boredoms,
Hardrive,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Essential Logic,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Janne Schatter,
Blancmange,
Black Moon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Smog,
The Red Krayola,
The Mummies,
MC5,
Ornette Coleman,
The Detroit Cobras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Zero Boys,
Robert Görl,
The Evens,
Sparks,
The Sonics,
Mo-Dettes,
La Düsseldorf,
Cheater Slicks,
The Toasters,
Fluxion,
Pulsallama,
Dead Boys,
Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Standells,
Joyce Sims,
Rotary Connection,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Bronski Beat,
The Last Poets,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.