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 Romania and from New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Terry Callier to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Black Bananas,
Mr. Review,
Bad Manners,
Godley & Creme,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Neon Judgement,
FM Einheit,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
Pussy Galore,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Grauzone,
Crooked Eye,
Ultravox,
Fat Boys,
DJ Style,
Al Stewart,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scratch Acid,
John Foxx,
Easy Going,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tomorrow,
Groovy Waters,
Monolake,
Flamin' Groovies,
UT,
DNA,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Birthday Party,
D'Angelo,
The Toasters,
Bill Wells,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ponytail,
Pierre Henry,
Alice Coltrane,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Swell Maps,
X-102,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Siglo XX,
Morten Harket,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
Stiv Bators,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sandy B,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marshall Jefferson,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.