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 Germany and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Spoonie Gee to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Red Lorry Yellow Lorry. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Evens,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
L. Decosne,
Chris Corsano,
Andrew Hill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Germs,
Sun Ra,
Flash Fearless,
Royal Trux,
Technova,
Scientists,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Toasters,
The Mojo Men,
The Gladiators,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Unwound,
The Wake,
Alice Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Pere Ubu,
the Normal,
Toni Rubio,
Mission of Burma,
Kurtis Blow,
In Retrospect,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Barracudas,
Kaleidoscope,
the Sonics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Starr,
Crispian St. Peters,
Soul II Soul,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Freddie Wadling,
Susan Cadogan,
Yellowson,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Yazoo,
Cluster,
Nick Fraelich,
The Offenders,
DJ Sneak,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis,
The Flesh Eaters,
Colin Newman,
Absolute Body Control,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Black Dice,
The Slackers,
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.