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 Switzerland and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Bill Near to the rock 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Motorama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 sitar and a güiro 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gong,
Robert Hood,
Hot Snakes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rakim,
Monolake,
Joensuu 1685,
The Vogues,
Steve Hackett,
Eric Dolphy,
Hasil Adkins,
Accadde A,
X-101,
LL Cool J,
Black Moon,
Average White Band,
the Swans,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Association,
New Order,
Sandy B,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Germs,
The Beau Brummels,
Nils Olav,
Brick,
Ice-T,
The Alarm Clocks,
K-Klass,
Yaz,
The Wake,
Organ,
Faust,
Archie Shepp,
The New Christs,
Index,
The Litter,
Popol Vuh,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Scientists,
Fatback Band,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Joyce Sims,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare,
D'Angelo,
The Divine Comedy,
Heaven 17,
Quantec,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.