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 Liberia and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Gastr Del Sol to the grime 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Carl Craig,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Byrd,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Marc Almond,
Porter Ricks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
ABBA,
Babytalk,
The Human League,
Ossler,
Mission of Burma,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cybotron,
The Seeds,
Cheater Slicks,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
Michelle Simonal,
Vladislav Delay,
Hot Snakes,
Patti Smith,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gregory Isaacs,
Schoolly D,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ultra Naté,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
the Sonics,
Eli Mardock,
Livin' Joy,
Flash Fearless,
DJ Sneak,
Cluster,
Kenny Larkin,
Little Man,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
The Black Dice,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Motions,
Jeff Lynne,
Essential Logic,
Nick Fraelich,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barrington Levy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faraquet,
Todd Rundgren,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.