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 Cambodia and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Michael McDonald 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shuggie Otis 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
The J.B.'s,
The Birthday Party,
Idris Muhammad,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glenn Branca,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Minny Pops,
Unwound,
MC5,
The Kinks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Minnie Riperton,
Excepter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
EPMD,
D'Angelo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Von Mondo,
Girls At Our Best!,
Stetsasonic,
Saccharine Trust,
Tommy Roe,
Robert Görl,
Agent Orange,
Ronan,
New Age Steppers,
Maleditus Sound,
Maurizio,
Bauhaus,
Hasil Adkins,
DJ Style,
James White and The Blacks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rod Modell,
Mark Hollis,
Lightning Bolt,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Walker Brothers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Fugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bang On A Can,
The Saints,
Dennis Brown,
Sarah Menescal,
Chris & Cosey,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Banda Bassotti,
Buzzcocks,
Outsiders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Raincoats,
Sun Ra,
The Selecter,
The Music Machine,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.