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 Australia and from Stockholm.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Eli Mardock to the grunge 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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
OOIOO,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Suburban Knight,
Joe Finger,
Kas Product,
Q and Not U,
Wings,
The Gap Band,
Los Fastidios,
The Fall,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Aloha Tigers,
Ohio Players,
Gang Starr,
Soft Cell,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Mojo Men,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brand Nubian,
Arab on Radar,
The Misunderstood,
The Gladiators,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Walker Brothers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barry Ungar,
Terry Callier,
Nils Olav,
A Certain Ratio,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
This Heat,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sight & Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Womack,
Monks,
K-Klass,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Second Layer,
In Retrospect,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Wally Richardson,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Mills,
Scratch Acid,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül, Amon Düül.
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.