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 Jamaica and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Woodstock.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Judy Mowatt 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord 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 güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Kurtis Blow,
F. McDonald,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Offenders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
Glambeats Corp.,
Peter and Kerry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Altered Images,
Fela Kuti,
David Bowie,
Wings,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
The Cramps,
Scion,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Stereo Dub,
Sexual Harrassment,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sällskapet,
Excepter,
Nils Olav,
DJ Style,
Dave Gahan,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Arcadia,
Accadde A,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Echospace,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Pretty Things,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Yazoo,
The United States of America,
Banda Bassotti,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Radio Birdman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bronski Beat,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Gabor Szabo,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Starr,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Move,
Barry Ungar,
Panda Bear,
John Cale,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.