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 Egypt 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the funk 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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every F. McDonald record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Morten Harket,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Susan Cadogan,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warren Ellis,
Sonny Sharrock,
Graham Central Station,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Foxx,
Cymande,
Malaria!,
Arab on Radar,
Throbbing Gristle,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Yellowson,
Bill Near,
The Sonics,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Flag,
Wings,
Matthew Bourne,
Suicide,
Judy Mowatt,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Lindisfarne,
Model 500,
R.M.O.,
The Associates,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Black Sheep,
New Age Steppers,
Cheater Slicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Index,
Subhumans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Aloha Tigers,
Johnny Clarke,
The Doors,
Franke,
Juan Atkins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gang Starr,
The Saints,
Minny Pops,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.