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 Madagascar and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Terrestrial Tones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Suicide,
the Swans,
Adolescents,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Can,
Smog,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Deakin,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Arab on Radar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Charles Mingus,
The Mojo Men,
The Monochrome Set,
Unrelated Segments,
Das Ding,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gong,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
Pylon,
X-Ray Spex,
The Martian,
Lakeside,
Zero Boys,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DNA,
Don Cherry,
The American Breed,
Judy Mowatt,
The Five Americans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Spandau Ballet,
Shoche,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
June Days,
Spoonie Gee,
Funky Four + One,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Avey Tare,
Colin Newman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Moleskins,
Sonic Youth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Delta 5,
The Walker Brothers,
K-Klass,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.