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 El Salvador and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Rhythm & Sound to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Cecil Taylor,
Stetsasonic,
Sandy B,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Sun City Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gladiators,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
The Mojo Men,
Au Pairs,
Sixth Finger,
Q and Not U,
Underground Resistance,
Symarip,
Eric Copeland,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacques Brel,
The Leaves,
The Real Kids,
Schoolly D,
Andrew Hill,
Chris Corsano,
The Busters,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Arthur Verocai,
Hot Snakes,
Eurythmics,
Nirvana,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Groovy Waters,
KRS-One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ten City,
The Toasters,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Skarface,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Panda Bear,
Minor Threat,
Echospace,
The Zeros,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Leonard Cohen,
Juan Atkins,
Barrington Levy,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Flesh Eaters,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.