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 Monaco and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nico to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy Collins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Wolf Eyes,
Rod Modell,
Whodini,
Lakeside,
Lalann,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
The Monochrome Set,
Skaos,
Laurel Aitken,
Rotary Connection,
Kaleidoscope,
Delta 5,
Rufus Thomas,
Dave Gahan,
K-Klass,
Pantaleimon,
Stetsasonic,
This Heat,
The Evens,
Suicide,
Isaac Hayes,
Janne Schatter,
Grandmaster Flash,
Outsiders,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Youth Brigade,
Black Bananas,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Unwound,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Motorama,
Buzzcocks,
Eden Ahbez,
Yaz,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Visage,
The United States of America,
Yusef Lateef,
Scion,
Supertramp,
The Smoke,
the Germs,
Jawbox,
Q and Not U,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Clear Light,
Half Japanese,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
Don Cherry,
Gabor Szabo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.