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 Czech Republic and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 marimba 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 The Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Boredoms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The American Breed,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Sun City Girls,
Severed Heads,
China Crisis,
Skarface,
Sam Rivers,
the Bar-Kays,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Khruangbin,
Arab on Radar,
Peter and Kerry,
the Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
Robert Görl,
Y Pants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kas Product,
Eric Dolphy,
The Move,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Kool Moe Dee,
Country Teasers,
the Normal,
Von Mondo,
Charles Mingus,
Banda Bassotti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cecil Taylor,
Metal Thangz,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Grass Roots,
Pagans,
K-Klass,
Lakeside,
Deakin,
John Coltrane,
Whodini,
The Moody Blues,
Hardrive,
Skriet,
Joe Finger,
Aloha Tigers,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.