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 Algeria and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reuben Wilson to the grunge 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Kayak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Scratch Acid,
Warren Ellis,
Reagan Youth,
Tears for Fears,
Scientists,
Jeff Mills,
Spoonie Gee,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pierre Henry,
Man Parrish,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
One Last Wish,
Erykah Badu,
Josef K,
Minnie Riperton,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
The Standells,
Johnny Clarke,
Deakin,
The Victims,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Magma,
Jacques Brel,
Ponytail,
Skriet,
Kaleidoscope,
Matthew Halsall,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Robert Wyatt,
Carl Craig,
Angry Samoans,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
AZ,
CMW,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
The Raincoats,
Alton Ellis,
The New Christs,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Angels of Light,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Christie,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
T.S.O.L.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nico,
Easy Going,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Quantec,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
The Cramps,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.