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 Thailand and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Copenhagen.
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 organ 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 the Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Angels of Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Dirtbombs,
The Pop Group,
LL Cool J,
MDC,
Hoover,
Ossler,
The Fall,
Absolute Body Control,
Barrington Levy,
Alice Coltrane,
R.M.O.,
Subhumans,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
The Names,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Idris Muhammad,
Faraquet,
Ornette Coleman,
Nik Kershaw,
Television Personalities,
Kurtis Blow,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
Duran Duran,
Delon & Dalcan,
OOIOO,
Cal Tjader,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Maurizio,
Max Romeo,
Cluster,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
the Swans,
10cc,
Glambeats Corp.,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
Con Funk Shun,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
Toni Rubio,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sarah Menescal,
Brand Nubian,
the Normal,
David Bowie,
Symarip,
The Doors,
L. Decosne,
Buzzcocks,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.