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 Kosovo and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 guitar 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 Barrington Levy to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Hardrive,
Blake Baxter,
Neil Young,
Bootsy Collins,
Cecil Taylor,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Aswad,
Young Marble Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Laurel Aitken,
New Order,
These Immortal Souls,
Malaria!,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Blues Magoos,
the Fania All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Essential Logic,
Das Ding,
Deakin,
Ohio Players,
Minutemen,
June Days,
Judy Mowatt,
Tres Demented,
Alison Limerick,
Neu!,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
Soul II Soul,
The Music Machine,
Alice Coltrane,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Maleditus Sound,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Selecter,
James White and The Blacks,
Agent Orange,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lalo Schifrin,
T.S.O.L.,
Zero Boys,
Swell Maps,
Erykah Badu,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
The United States of America,
Unwound,
The Stooges,
Camouflage,
Max Romeo,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.