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 Algeria and from Glasgow.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 chamberlin 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 Sight & Sound to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Vladislav Delay,
Thee Headcoats,
Franke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Shoche,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Drexciya,
Isaac Hayes,
Parry Music,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
One Last Wish,
Lalann,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Fall,
Gong,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
The Evens,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Animal Collective,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
John Lydon,
June of 44,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Roxette,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Real Kids,
Jacob Miller,
Gichy Dan,
Neu!,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Icehouse,
Aswad,
Throbbing Gristle,
Desert Stars,
The Cramps,
Tomorrow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
The Dirtbombs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Charles Mingus,
Eve St. Jones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Trojans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Panda Bear,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.