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 France and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Mad Mike to the rock 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Brick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Piero Umiliani,
Franke,
Black Bananas,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lee Hazlewood,
Royal Trux,
Darondo,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick May,
Cecil Taylor,
Sight & Sound,
Surgeon,
CMW,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
Joe Smooth,
The Red Krayola,
Robert Wyatt,
Steve Hackett,
The Saints,
Roxette,
Traffic Nightmare,
kango's stein massive,
Eli Mardock,
Flamin' Groovies,
Althea and Donna,
Symarip,
Dave Gahan,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Vogues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Mandrill,
Henry Cow,
Crash Course in Science,
The Doobie Brothers,
Y Pants,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Marshall Jefferson,
Skarface,
Khruangbin,
Harmonia,
David McCallum,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Delon & Dalcan,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
Visage,
Janne Schatter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Gang Gang Dance,
Excepter,
Zapp,
the Slits,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Litter,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.