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 Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul Sonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tim Buckley,
Warsaw,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Hill,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Hardrive,
E-Dancer,
Depeche Mode,
Soft Cell,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
James White and The Blacks,
A Certain Ratio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Fear,
Maurizio,
The Fuzztones,
The Knickerbockers,
Skarface,
Interpol,
Hoover,
Blancmange,
The Music Machine,
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Newcleus,
Symarip,
Lightning Bolt,
The Move,
Aswad,
Organ,
Minutemen,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Lucky Dragons,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sex Pistols,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Scrapy,
The Monochrome Set,
Moby Grape,
Donald Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rosa Yemen,
The Doors,
The Evens,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Minny Pops,
Bootsy Collins,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Arthur Verocai,
The Gun Club,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.