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 Israel and from London.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Teenage Jesus and the Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
The Searchers,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
Grey Daturas,
a-ha,
Peter & Gordon,
Television,
The Monochrome Set,
Surgeon,
Leonard Cohen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Khruangbin,
The Cramps,
Das Ding,
Moby Grape,
June Days,
DNA,
Oneida,
The Fugs,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Robert Wyatt,
The Black Dice,
Underground Resistance,
Peter and Kerry,
Qualms,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Lalann,
Swell Maps,
Absolute Body Control,
X-Ray Spex,
Davy DMX,
Bad Manners,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Newcleus,
OOIOO,
Avey Tare,
Massinfluence,
Roxette,
Bluetip,
Agent Orange,
Dark Day,
MC5,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Kerri Chandler,
The J.B.'s,
Cabaret Voltaire,
La Düsseldorf,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Au Pairs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.