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 Congo and from Tehran.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Michael McDonald 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 Tomorrow to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Modern Lovers,
Patti Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Slits,
The Standells,
Gang Green,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
The Count Five,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gichy Dan,
Flipper,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Jacques Brel,
Popol Vuh,
Basic Channel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Deepchord,
F. McDonald,
Country Teasers,
Essential Logic,
X-101,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Robert Wyatt,
The Angels of Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Nirvana,
Surgeon,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Funkadelic,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sight & Sound,
Todd Terry,
CMW,
Donald Byrd,
Aural Exciters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Desert Stars,
Theoretical Girls,
Section 25,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Whodini,
Ice-T,
Faust,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Terry Callier,
Ituana,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.