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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lou Reed 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 guitar and an organ 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 clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sparks,
Patti Smith,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pole,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fad Gadget,
Rapeman,
Marine Girls,
Zero Boys,
The Tremeloes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Sonny Sharrock,
Average White Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Harmonia,
Panda Bear,
The Sonics,
Thee Headcoats,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Kinks,
Khruangbin,
Subhumans,
Scrapy,
Jawbox,
Reagan Youth,
Anakelly,
R.M.O.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Janne Schatter,
Maleditus Sound,
Lou Christie,
Lalo Schifrin,
Dennis Brown,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
Von Mondo,
Reuben Wilson,
Scott Walker,
Qualms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Moss Icon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
A Certain Ratio,
PIL,
Whodini,
Carl Craig,
The Fuzztones,
Sister Nancy,
Spoonie Gee,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
Trumans Water,
Vladislav Delay,
Flipper,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings, The Happenings.
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.