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 China 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Barry Ungar to the disco 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Icehouse record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Bang On A Can,
The Dave Clark Five,
Fugazi,
Aloha Tigers,
Fela Kuti,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Move,
Procol Harum,
Hashim,
Babytalk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Al Stewart,
Pere Ubu,
Lakeside,
Icehouse,
Index,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Idris Muhammad,
Mantronix,
Electric Prunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Lightning Bolt,
June of 44,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bobby Byrd,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
EPMD,
Rekid,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
Circle Jerks,
Porter Ricks,
Donald Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Dawn Penn,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Smoke,
Man Eating Sloth,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Surgeon,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Spoonie Gee,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.