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 Venezuela and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Yaz to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All F. McDonald tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Lydon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ohio Players,
Nico,
Deakin,
Mad Mike,
Quantec,
Johnny Clarke,
Mandrill,
X-102,
Nirvana,
Bill Near,
Lou Christie,
Bronski Beat,
Erykah Badu,
Organ,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Spoonie Gee,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Radiopuhelimet,
Groovy Waters,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Bizarre Inc.,
Susan Cadogan,
T.S.O.L.,
Magazine,
Roy Ayers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Cybotron,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
Television,
The Busters,
Lower 48,
Fear,
Ituana,
The Misunderstood,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
John Lydon,
Arab on Radar,
DNA,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Tres Demented,
Scientists,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lebanon Hanover,
Althea and Donna,
Pole, Pole, Pole, Pole.
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.