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 Greece and from Milan.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 harpsichord 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 Anthony Braxton to the rap 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Fear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Buzzcocks,
The Wake,
Eric Copeland,
Gerry Rafferty,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Siglo XX,
The Names,
The Skatalites,
Von Mondo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Model 500,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Human League,
Sonny Sharrock,
Inner City,
Brass Construction,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Mills,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Judy Mowatt,
Graham Central Station,
Nick Fraelich,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kenny Larkin,
Skriet,
The Fuzztones,
Bronski Beat,
Faust,
Harpers Bizarre,
Anthony Braxton,
Television Personalities,
The Remains,
The J.B.'s,
Lyres,
Oblivians,
Avey Tare,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
the Soft Cell,
Swell Maps,
The Martian,
Gang Gang Dance,
Second Layer,
Wolf Eyes,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.