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 Libya and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb 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 Martian to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All The Skatalites tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Last Poets,
Godley & Creme,
The Searchers,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Grandmaster Flash,
Soul II Soul,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Susan Cadogan,
Eden Ahbez,
Cal Tjader,
The Slits,
John Foxx,
The Fugs,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Agent Orange,
Neil Young,
The Knickerbockers,
Das Ding,
Boz Scaggs,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Faraquet,
Minny Pops,
Judy Mowatt,
James White and The Blacks,
Amon Düül II,
Tropical Tobacco,
Letta Mbulu,
Boredoms,
Interpol,
The Star Department,
Max Romeo,
Dark Day,
Shuggie Otis,
Hardrive,
Derrick May,
Audionom,
Eddi Front,
Brick,
Scratch Acid,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
The Seeds,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Swans,
The Monks,
Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Morten Harket,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hoover,
Man Parrish,
Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers, Sam Rivers.
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.