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 Belgium and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 rhodes 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 Prince Buster to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Grey Daturas,
H. Thieme,
Archie Shepp,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
L. Decosne,
Public Enemy,
Thompson Twins,
Slave,
Cecil Taylor,
Pussy Galore,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Bauhaus,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Chris & Cosey,
Negative Approach,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Warsaw,
Howard Jones,
Camouflage,
Kurtis Blow,
The Five Americans,
The Moleskins,
Danielle Patucci,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
The Martian,
KRS-One,
The Cowsills,
LL Cool J,
Radio Birdman,
Dark Day,
Moebius,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mo-Dettes,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Man Eating Sloth,
Black Moon,
The Pop Group,
Das Ding,
Gang Green,
Jacob Miller,
Mission of Burma,
Glenn Branca,
Panda Bear,
Surgeon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.