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 Jamaica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 clarinet 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 Swans to the disco 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 Quadrant. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cal Tjader record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
Clear Light,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
Scott Walker,
Das Ding,
Sixth Finger,
Audionom,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Moleskins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Avey Tare,
These Immortal Souls,
Gabor Szabo,
Rosa Yemen,
PIL,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Sex Pistols,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Eli Mardock,
Donny Hathaway,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Shoche,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ossler,
Idris Muhammad,
Warren Ellis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
The Pop Group,
Livin' Joy,
Eddi Front,
The Gladiators,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Scientists,
Magma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Derrick May,
The Skatalites,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shuggie Otis,
Loose Ends,
Stereo Dub,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Rites of Spring,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
the Germs,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.