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 Ivory Coast and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul II Soul record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Searchers,
Section 25,
Dead Boys,
The Busters,
The Gun Club,
Minnie Riperton,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Sixth Finger,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Sugar Minott,
The United States of America,
Heaven 17,
D'Angelo,
These Immortal Souls,
Al Stewart,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Iggy Pop,
Fela Kuti,
Talk Talk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Monolake,
John Holt,
Cal Tjader,
Eli Mardock,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Sonics,
the Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Barracudas,
The Young Rascals,
Niagra,
Barbara Tucker,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Derrick May,
Average White Band,
The Cowsills,
The Buckinghams,
Ludus,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chris Corsano,
Gastr Del Sol,
Parry Music,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Halsall,
Qualms,
Motorama,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ronnie Foster,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Wake,
The Beau Brummels,
Vladislav Delay,
a-ha,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience, Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience.
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.