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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Barclay James Harvest. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
Minutemen,
Roy Ayers,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Barrington Levy,
Flash Fearless,
The Invisible,
Underground Resistance,
Jeff Mills,
The Fugs,
The Fortunes,
David Axelrod,
The Durutti Column,
Dual Sessions,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
The Wake,
Cecil Taylor,
Henry Cow,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Babytalk,
The Toasters,
Sonic Youth,
UT,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
the Sonics,
Max Romeo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Busters,
Jacob Miller,
Al Stewart,
ABBA,
The Victims,
Visage,
Eddi Front,
Tropical Tobacco,
Funky Four + One,
Sarah Menescal,
X-101,
the Soft Cell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scott Walker,
Moby Grape,
Terry Callier,
Robert Görl,
La Düsseldorf,
Connie Case,
Harmonia,
Urselle,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.