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 Venezuela and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Johnny Clarke. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
The Neon Judgement,
The Moody Blues,
T. Rex,
Anthony Braxton,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Average White Band,
Loose Ends,
Curtis Mayfield,
Girls At Our Best!,
Heaven 17,
Bush Tetras,
Moss Icon,
The Raincoats,
Patti Smith,
Massinfluence,
Bobby Sherman,
Oneida,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Youth Brigade,
Surgeon,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Flash Fearless,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Deadbeat,
Scott Walker,
DJ Style,
the Association,
Spandau Ballet,
Marine Girls,
Harpers Bizarre,
Aloha Tigers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
The Happenings,
The Modern Lovers,
OOIOO,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Skatalites,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yazoo,
The Slits,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Symarip,
Excepter,
Country Teasers,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slackers,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
Tim Buckley,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Toasters,
The Music Machine,
Infiniti,
Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler, Albert Ayler.
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.