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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Swans to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
Khruangbin,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang Gang Dance,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
FM Einheit,
Interpol,
Ken Boothe,
The Grass Roots,
Bootsy Collins,
Q and Not U,
Hasil Adkins,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Sugar Minott,
Bobby Womack,
Piero Umiliani,
Marvin Gaye,
Average White Band,
Dawn Penn,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Inner City,
Index,
The Fuzztones,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nick Fraelich,
A Certain Ratio,
The Pretty Things,
Barbara Tucker,
Gerry Rafferty,
Althea and Donna,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Whodini,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Todd Terry,
Cymande,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
James White and The Blacks,
Motorama,
Zapp,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Kayak,
Yellowson,
These Immortal Souls,
Swans,
MDC,
Wire,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Trojans,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rites of Spring,
The Cowsills,
Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims, Joyce Sims.
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.