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 Thailand and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 snare 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 Roy Ayers to the crunk 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Robert Hood,
Cluster,
Motorama,
The Index,
ABBA,
The Move,
Nirvana,
The Techniques,
Jimmy McGriff,
Q65,
The Last Poets,
Kenny Larkin,
The Moleskins,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Popol Vuh,
Kayak,
Grauzone,
Quando Quango,
ABC,
Pere Ubu,
Arcadia,
Agent Orange,
In Retrospect,
The Blues Magoos,
Faraquet,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
Siglo XX,
Black Bananas,
The Standells,
Terry Callier,
Andrew Hill,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
The Fuzztones,
Lalann,
Altered Images,
The Blackbyrds,
Metal Thangz,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Sonics,
The Alarm Clocks,
The New Christs,
Bronski Beat,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Saints,
Ultravox,
Jawbox,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gories,
Can,
Pantytec,
James White and The Blacks,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson, Wally Richardson.
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.