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 Nauru and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 güiro 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 Rakim to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Byron Stingily 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator 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 theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
The Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
Connie Case,
Joey Negro,
Isaac Hayes,
Warsaw,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Moebius,
Porter Ricks,
Ultra Naté,
Sparks,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reagan Youth,
Banda Bassotti,
Youth Brigade,
Nick Fraelich,
The Monochrome Set,
Buzzcocks,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
The Detroit Cobras,
Tomorrow,
Franke,
The Grass Roots,
Television Personalities,
the Fania All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Prince Buster,
Anakelly,
Ponytail,
Jawbox,
Fear,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Womack,
Panda Bear,
Stiv Bators,
Model 500,
Barclay James Harvest,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Human League,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cal Tjader,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
The Mojo Men,
Can,
Cecil Taylor,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Divine Comedy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Crispy Ambulance,
Godley & Creme,
Fluxion,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Technova,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.