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 Tajikistan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 chamberlin 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 Zero Boys to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fela Kuti. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba 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?
John Foxx,
Thompson Twins,
Stiv Bators,
Eli Mardock,
Wolf Eyes,
Dark Day,
Tropical Tobacco,
Aural Exciters,
The Skatalites,
Ohio Players,
Aaron Thompson,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Marmalade,
Charles Mingus,
The Black Dice,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Tommy Roe,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Parry Music,
Severed Heads,
Excepter,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Bush Tetras,
The Vogues,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Icehouse,
Yazoo,
Reagan Youth,
New York Dolls,
Jacques Brel,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ponytail,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ronan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Prunes,
The Pop Group,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
ABBA,
Average White Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Names,
Dorothy Ashby,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Rekid,
Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Los Fastidios,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman, Ornette Coleman.
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.