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 Iraq and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 oboe 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 Stockholm Monsters to the disco 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hardrive,
Patti Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Yazoo,
David Bowie,
Lightning Bolt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
The Evens,
Babytalk,
David Axelrod,
The Vogues,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lalo Schifrin,
Althea and Donna,
Brick,
Robert Hood,
The Stooges,
Spoonie Gee,
Animal Collective,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Ultra Naté,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Eddi Front,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
The Shadows of Knight,
X-101,
These Immortal Souls,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
Neil Young,
Swans,
Pulsallama,
Ornette Coleman,
Young Marble Giants,
Cybotron,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Star Department,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Basic Channel,
Donald Byrd,
The Smoke,
Albert Ayler,
Mission of Burma,
The Mummies,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Dark Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Judy Mowatt,
Bad Manners,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
B.T. Express,
Motorama,
Tubeway Army,
Public Enemy,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.