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 Bangladesh and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Toronto and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 chamberlin 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 Association to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Seeds. All the underground hits.
All The Golliwogs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
Franke,
L. Decosne,
Ten City,
Fad Gadget,
X-101,
Newcleus,
Underground Resistance,
Cal Tjader,
Marc Almond,
Ultra Naté,
Deakin,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Barrington Levy,
Hoover,
Loose Ends,
Warren Ellis,
Avey Tare,
Q and Not U,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
The Gories,
Fugazi,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gichy Dan,
Rapeman,
the Association,
Desert Stars,
Average White Band,
Arab on Radar,
Oblivians,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
PIL,
Zapp,
8 Eyed Spy,
In Retrospect,
The New Christs,
AZ,
Panda Bear,
Derrick Morgan,
Youth Brigade,
Juan Atkins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bluetip,
Neu!,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.