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 Sierra Leone and from Madrid.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 linndrum 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 Idris Muhammad to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jerry's Kids. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Negative Approach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bronski Beat,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Organ,
Ken Boothe,
The Velvet Underground,
The Beau Brummels,
Silicon Teens,
The Neon Judgement,
The Saints,
Amon Düül,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Byron Stingily,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Bush Tetras,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
The New Christs,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
The Index,
Neil Young,
The Offenders,
The Golliwogs,
The Divine Comedy,
Surgeon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Cure,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Echospace,
DJ Style,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Joensuu 1685,
Pagans,
The Selecter,
Archie Shepp,
Parry Music,
Pylon,
The Music Machine,
Marine Girls,
Flipper,
Nico,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alton Ellis,
Nik Kershaw,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.