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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
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 güiro 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 Minnie Riperton to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a One Last Wish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Henry Cow,
Soft Machine,
Slave,
Donald Byrd,
Q65,
The Pop Group,
Bobby Byrd,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
David Bowie,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crispian St. Peters,
James White and The Blacks,
Maurizio,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gichy Dan,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Make Up,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lalann,
Cal Tjader,
Iggy Pop,
Bronski Beat,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Unwound,
Cameo,
Mad Mike,
World's Most,
Symarip,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Mars,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Groovy Waters,
Negative Approach,
Piero Umiliani,
Dennis Brown,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Shoche,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joyce Sims,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ten City,
The Motions,
Ultimate Spinach,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Cell,
Cybotron,
The Durutti Column,
Eden Ahbez,
Nils Olav,
Rites of Spring,
Clear Light,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.