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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tehran.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Juan Atkins to the techno 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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator 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 rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
The Residents,
Stereo Dub,
Electric Prunes,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Wings,
Camouflage,
Marmalade,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
Wolf Eyes,
The Gun Club,
Slick Rick,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Sam Rivers,
D'Angelo,
Kerri Chandler,
the Normal,
Peter and Kerry,
Connie Case,
the Germs,
Dawn Penn,
Duran Duran,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stiv Bators,
John Cale,
Motorama,
Sugar Minott,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Absolute Body Control,
Fear,
Radio Birdman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül,
Outsiders,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Bourne,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
The Barracudas,
Bauhaus,
B.T. Express,
CMW,
Reuben Wilson,
The Black Dice,
DJ Sneak,
Theoretical Girls,
Tres Demented,
The Young Rascals,
Gong,
Visage,
X-Ray Spex,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Jacob Miller,
Livin' Joy,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.