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 Japan and from Mexico City.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the electroclash 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lungfish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Reagan Youth,
Marc Almond,
Bluetip,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Can,
the Association,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joy Division,
Guru Guru,
Oneida,
Delon & Dalcan,
Supertramp,
the Swans,
Girls At Our Best!,
Peter and Kerry,
Derrick Morgan,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soft Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Rosa Yemen,
Ornette Coleman,
The Seeds,
Jawbox,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gong,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minny Pops,
Spandau Ballet,
Echospace,
Fluxion,
Animal Collective,
Stetsasonic,
Negative Approach,
Pantaleimon,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
The Neon Judgement,
Eddi Front,
Donny Hathaway,
Albert Ayler,
Unrelated Segments,
Vladislav Delay,
cv313,
Sällskapet,
Sugar Minott,
The Barracudas,
Stockholm Monsters,
Cecil Taylor,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Mo-Dettes,
The Motions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.