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 South Africa and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Jesus and Mary Chain record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Swans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pagans,
Sex Pistols,
Bluetip,
Lucky Dragons,
Siglo XX,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Kurtis Blow,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Letta Mbulu,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Kerri Chandler,
The Barracudas,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Scan 7,
Susan Cadogan,
Skarface,
Little Man,
Infiniti,
The Blackbyrds,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ossler,
Sister Nancy,
Anthony Braxton,
Nico,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
Scrapy,
Sugar Minott,
Young Marble Giants,
Blake Baxter,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thee Headcoats,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Quando Quango,
FM Einheit,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Circle Jerks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kas Product,
Pere Ubu,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mission of Burma,
Fugazi,
MDC,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.