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 Bahamas and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Country Joe & The Fish to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Flag 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics 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?
Boogie Down Productions,
Skriet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bill Wells,
Jerry's Kids,
The Cramps,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Rufus Thomas,
The Skatalites,
The Searchers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Motorama,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Derrick Morgan,
Malaria!,
Au Pairs,
Ken Boothe,
Black Bananas,
The Beau Brummels,
Dawn Penn,
Eve St. Jones,
8 Eyed Spy,
MDC,
Buzzcocks,
These Immortal Souls,
World's Most,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Half Japanese,
Maleditus Sound,
Alphaville,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Birthday Party,
The Moleskins,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
Das Ding,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Tommy Roe,
Minny Pops,
a-ha,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Wolf Eyes,
Anthony Braxton,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.