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 Philippines and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar 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 Ludus 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 Y Pants. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool Moe Dee,
Joyce Sims,
Sparks,
Deakin,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Yazoo,
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Robert Wyatt,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Zeros,
Jandek,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
This Heat,
Newcleus,
Public Image Ltd.,
CMW,
Echospace,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Make Up,
June of 44,
Donny Hathaway,
The Leaves,
Andrew Hill,
Rod Modell,
a-ha,
Black Flag,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Whodini,
Aaron Thompson,
Tom Boy,
Interpol,
Bobby Byrd,
The Stooges,
The Busters,
Bill Wells,
Radiohead,
Black Bananas,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
Reuben Wilson,
The Misunderstood,
The Red Krayola,
Soft Cell,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Divine Comedy,
John Holt,
New Age Steppers,
Mandrill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Talk Talk,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.