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 Denmark and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Flash Fearless to the jazz 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Larry & the Blue Notes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Audionom,
Country Teasers,
Fluxion,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Birthday Party,
Flipper,
Ten City,
Massinfluence,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Clear Light,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Offenders,
The Smiths,
Kerri Chandler,
Circle Jerks,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Crash Course in Science,
The Martian,
the Human League,
Nation of Ulysses,
Hoover,
Dead Boys,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Fall,
E-Dancer,
Faraquet,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Donny Hathaway,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barry Ungar,
Eden Ahbez,
Excepter,
Smog,
The Fire Engines,
Main Source,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Coltrane,
Half Japanese,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
the Sonics,
Blake Baxter,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Motorama,
Eddi Front,
Arthur Verocai,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kayak,
Groovy Waters,
Yazoo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Skatalites,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.