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 Norway and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Mantronix to the rap 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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Archie Shepp,
Supertramp,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Beau Brummels,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Neon Judgement,
James White and The Blacks,
Blancmange,
Tears for Fears,
The Offenders,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minny Pops,
The Associates,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
L. Decosne,
Lou Christie,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Sly & The Family Stone,
the Bar-Kays,
Boredoms,
The Motions,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Don Cherry,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Gang of Four,
Cheater Slicks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
D'Angelo,
Sandy B,
Brass Construction,
Deakin,
Public Image Ltd.,
Skaos,
Kaleidoscope,
Royal Trux,
OOIOO,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Names,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
Oneida,
Grey Daturas,
The Martian,
Symarip,
Yusef Lateef,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
The Evens,
Matthew Bourne,
Gichy Dan,
Hasil Adkins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.