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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 guitar 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 K-Klass to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator 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 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?
Clear Light,
The Last Poets,
Chrome,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ornette Coleman,
Sonny Sharrock,
Amon Düül II,
Saccharine Trust,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Hasil Adkins,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Main Source,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Interpol,
Ituana,
Judy Mowatt,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pulsallama,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Ponytail,
The Sonics,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Lower 48,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
Deadbeat,
Avey Tare,
U.S. Maple,
kango's stein massive,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lindisfarne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bobby Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
L. Decosne,
Index,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Mars,
Terry Callier,
Spoonie Gee,
Yazoo,
Model 500,
The Names,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.