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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum 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 Funky Four + One to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Sight & Sound,
Magma,
Icehouse,
Nico,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
Sarah Menescal,
The Birthday Party,
Dorothy Ashby,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Neil Young,
Visage,
Sparks,
Livin' Joy,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Warren Ellis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Minnie Riperton,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Jerry's Kids,
Khruangbin,
John Holt,
Alice Coltrane,
Deakin,
L. Decosne,
Duran Duran,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moss Icon,
Mantronix,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Charles Mingus,
Josef K,
Vladislav Delay,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Durutti Column,
FM Einheit,
Bobby Byrd,
Pole,
Pussy Galore,
Jawbox,
Niagra,
Lou Reed,
This Heat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Curtis Mayfield,
Leonard Cohen,
Minny Pops,
Pantaleimon,
Malaria!,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.