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 Indonesia and from Seoul.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the crunk 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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Freddie Wadling tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Oppenheimer Analysis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Danielle Patucci,
The Birthday Party,
The Motions,
Cymande,
Lee Hazlewood,
Delta 5,
Suburban Knight,
Suicide,
La Düsseldorf,
Thompson Twins,
Brand Nubian,
Das Ding,
Depeche Mode,
Harpers Bizarre,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
Matthew Halsall,
Skriet,
The Blackbyrds,
Eve St. Jones,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stiv Bators,
Alice Coltrane,
Jimmy McGriff,
Janne Schatter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Enemy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Hasil Adkins,
Lungfish,
Slave,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lindisfarne,
Radio Birdman,
Rosa Yemen,
Deadbeat,
Reuben Wilson,
Surgeon,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Von Mondo,
The Seeds,
The Neon Judgement,
D'Angelo,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
The Stooges,
H. Thieme,
The Slackers,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Star Department,
Cybotron,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Durutti Column,
Boogie Down Productions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
ABC,
The Alarm Clocks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.