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 Vietnam and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Joy Division to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Smog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Anakelly,
Lalo Schifrin,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Yellowson,
Tim Buckley,
Nik Kershaw,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Dennis Brown,
Arthur Verocai,
Grauzone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Patti Smith,
Cecil Taylor,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Drexciya,
Barbara Tucker,
Fear,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Black Sheep,
Lebanon Hanover,
Minor Threat,
New Order,
Amon Düül,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dark Day,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The American Breed,
Juan Atkins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
These Immortal Souls,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Black Bananas,
Pantaleimon,
Sparks,
Ituana,
Zapp,
Cal Tjader,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Au Pairs,
Saccharine Trust,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Saints,
Godley & Creme,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Scan 7,
The Dead C,
Lakeside,
Donny Hathaway,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus, Charles Mingus.
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.