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 Japan 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ten City 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Bauhaus,
Pantytec,
Juan Atkins,
Fear,
Bill Wells,
Roy Ayers,
Joe Smooth,
Liliput,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Andrew Hill,
Cybotron,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
DJ Sneak,
Max Romeo,
Malaria!,
The Martian,
Clear Light,
Prince Buster,
Adolescents,
Jawbox,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
The Invisible,
Ituana,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül II,
X-102,
Don Cherry,
the Bar-Kays,
The Toasters,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lower 48,
The Mojo Men,
Rhythm & Sound,
Al Stewart,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Gichy Dan,
Main Source,
The Busters,
The Cowsills,
Tomorrow,
Gil Scott Heron,
World's Most,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Metal Thangz,
Q65,
Yazoo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Letta Mbulu,
New Order,
Lou Christie,
Japan,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.