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 Chile and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Boz Scaggs to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
Connie Case,
Groovy Waters,
Jawbox,
Colin Newman,
Swans,
The Fall,
Maurizio,
Qualms,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Lungfish,
The Dirtbombs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Juan Atkins,
Soul II Soul,
Joey Negro,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lucky Dragons,
The Black Dice,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sound Behaviour,
Bill Near,
This Heat,
K-Klass,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Lou Christie,
Alton Ellis,
The Wake,
The Evens,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soulsonic Force,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Camberwell Now,
Kas Product,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Albert Ayler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Mark Hollis,
Dawn Penn,
The Blues Magoos,
The Saints,
Moss Icon,
ABC,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fear,
Rod Modell,
Blancmange,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
Fad Gadget,
Joe Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd, Donald Byrd.
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.