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 Namibia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 guitar 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Susan Cadogan. All the underground hits.
All Jandek tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
Unrelated Segments,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Royal Trux,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
Bobby Byrd,
David McCallum,
Joy Division,
Ludus,
Suburban Knight,
Boredoms,
Gang of Four,
Quantec,
Make Up,
Barrington Levy,
Fat Boys,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jandek,
Inner City,
The Smiths,
Parry Music,
Sister Nancy,
Dawn Penn,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Soft Cell,
The Last Poets,
Michelle Simonal,
Aural Exciters,
Rotary Connection,
Amazonics,
Cecil Taylor,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hardrive,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Bootsy Collins,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The J.B.'s,
The Wake,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Arthur Verocai,
Delon & Dalcan,
Index,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Chrome,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rakim,
Scion,
Althea and Donna,
The Skatalites,
the Swans,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.