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 Sweden and from Lagos.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Robert Wyatt to the electroclash 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eden Ahbez record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Von Mondo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Rekid,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Yaz,
The Busters,
Jerry's Kids,
Nas,
Stetsasonic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Teasers,
Pagans,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Deepchord,
Hashim,
The United States of America,
X-102,
Joy Division,
New Order,
The Doobie Brothers,
Clear Light,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
CMW,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Spandau Ballet,
Half Japanese,
Con Funk Shun,
Freddie Wadling,
Minor Threat,
Peter & Gordon,
Hardrive,
Excepter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Intrusion,
The Associates,
Franke,
The Durutti Column,
Nils Olav,
The Red Krayola,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Smiths,
Skaos,
The Tremeloes,
Make Up,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mandrill,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Faraquet,
Wolf Eyes,
Blancmange,
Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol, Gastr Del Sol.
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.