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 Kiribati and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Lalo Schifrin to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Litter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a rhodes 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 harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Boz Scaggs,
The Knickerbockers,
The Real Kids,
Public Enemy,
The Dirtbombs,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Wasted Youth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Oblivians,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soft Machine,
The Cure,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Drexciya,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Zeros,
Dawn Penn,
Brand Nubian,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marmalade,
Mantronix,
The Blues Magoos,
Barrington Levy,
The Mojo Men,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Angry Samoans,
The Doors,
Stiv Bators,
CMW,
The Toasters,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
48th St. Collective,
Ultra Naté,
Bauhaus,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Soul II Soul,
Chris & Cosey,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flipper,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Yellowson,
The Dead C,
Popol Vuh,
Black Moon,
Fear,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.