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 United Kingdom and from Seoul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Bobby Byrd,
John Lydon,
New Order,
Brass Construction,
Fluxion,
Grey Daturas,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fire Engines,
The Sonics,
Chris Corsano,
Q65,
Skarface,
Angry Samoans,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Cheater Slicks,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Style,
Neu!,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Severed Heads,
David Axelrod,
Avey Tare,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monks,
Porter Ricks,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Boredoms,
The Misunderstood,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Fortunes,
Reuben Wilson,
Connie Case,
Unrelated Segments,
Joyce Sims,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lebanon Hanover,
Tubeway Army,
The Slits,
The United States of America,
The Sisters of Mercy,
James White and The Blacks,
Gregory Isaacs,
Essential Logic,
Bill Wells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Audionom,
Deepchord,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.