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 El Salvador and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Gil Scott Heron to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Doors,
Kayak,
The Residents,
Rapeman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neu!,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Severed Heads,
The Kinks,
The Fuzztones,
The Fall,
Rites of Spring,
Scratch Acid,
June Days,
Outsiders,
Adolescents,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Visage,
Freddie Wadling,
Au Pairs,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Buckinghams,
Hashim,
Barbara Tucker,
Organ,
Lee Hazlewood,
Barrington Levy,
Q65,
Junior Murvin,
The Black Dice,
Tomorrow,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
The Velvet Underground,
Sex Pistols,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Human League,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Radio Birdman,
Ohio Players,
Ornette Coleman,
Bluetip,
Darondo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Remains,
Silicon Teens,
Throbbing Gristle,
cv313,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
MDC,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.