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 India and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 Deakin to the techno 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Fifty Foot Hose tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cecil Taylor,
Toni Rubio,
Joey Negro,
Derrick May,
Livin' Joy,
The Trojans,
Jeff Mills,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Leaves,
Pantaleimon,
The Velvet Underground,
The Knickerbockers,
The Grass Roots,
Suicide,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Massinfluence,
Supertramp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tommy Roe,
Slave,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Essential Logic,
Warsaw,
Arcadia,
Index,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Minnie Riperton,
Piero Umiliani,
X-101,
The Fuzztones,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Black Sheep,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Rod Modell,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
The Golliwogs,
Panda Bear,
The Red Krayola,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
KRS-One,
Infiniti,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Amazonics,
Wally Richardson,
The Raincoats,
Ossler,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.