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 Bulgaria and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 guitar 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Subhumans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Move record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Masters at Work record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Nico,
Vainqueur,
K-Klass,
Jeff Mills,
F. McDonald,
The Alarm Clocks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Human League,
Goldenarms,
The Slits,
Pagans,
Boredoms,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
John Cale,
JFA,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bang On A Can,
Nick Fraelich,
Whodini,
Black Moon,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Parry Music,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lee Hazlewood,
Magma,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Livin' Joy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Metal Thangz,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bad Manners,
Gong,
Lebanon Hanover,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Foxx,
The Red Krayola,
Harry Pussy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Sandy B,
The Fall,
Essential Logic,
Blake Baxter,
The Vogues,
The Cowsills,
The Moody Blues,
Peter and Kerry,
Yusef Lateef,
Hashim,
Lightning Bolt,
Arcadia,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.