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 Mauritania and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
These Immortal Souls,
Angry Samoans,
Aloha Tigers,
David Axelrod,
The Birthday Party,
The Skatalites,
the Human League,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Hashim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
Letta Mbulu,
Scion,
The Litter,
Dave Gahan,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
The Cramps,
Scientists,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
The Human League,
Scratch Acid,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Soft Machine,
The Names,
Agitation Free,
Black Flag,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Roxette,
Swans,
John Cale,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Almond,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
This Heat,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bobby Byrd,
Country Teasers,
Ludus,
The Pretty Things,
The Wake,
Unrelated Segments,
The Golliwogs,
Harmonia,
Sun City Girls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.