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 Yemen and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 Tehran and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Rites of Spring. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Faust,
Aloha Tigers,
Scientists,
Terry Callier,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gong,
Quadrant,
Anthony Braxton,
The American Breed,
The Kinks,
Blossom Toes,
Goldenarms,
Barry Ungar,
Angry Samoans,
Stetsasonic,
Amon Düül II,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Lightning Bolt,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young,
Country Teasers,
Loose Ends,
Brothers Johnson,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Sonny Sharrock,
Q65,
Index,
Urselle,
Bootsy Collins,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
Quantec,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pole,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Reagan Youth,
The Slits,
Procol Harum,
Bauhaus,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Jeff Mills,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Aswad,
Masters at Work,
Jimmy McGriff,
Neu!,
F. McDonald,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
Nils Olav,
David Bowie,
Hashim,
Girls At Our Best!,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.