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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the mellotron 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 punk 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 Kango’s Stein Massive. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faust,
Public Image Ltd.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
Negative Approach,
The Smoke,
Unwound,
The Skatalites,
Cal Tjader,
Adolescents,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Brass Construction,
Pierre Henry,
Gabor Szabo,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Supertramp,
Ornette Coleman,
Sister Nancy,
Monks,
The Remains,
Crooked Eye,
Moebius,
The Count Five,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Au Pairs,
8 Eyed Spy,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Fad Gadget,
The Birthday Party,
Spoonie Gee,
Sarah Menescal,
Soft Cell,
Crispy Ambulance,
Byron Stingily,
Thompson Twins,
The Buckinghams,
B.T. Express,
Lightning Bolt,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Kevin Saunderson,
David Bowie,
The Wake,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scrapy,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Loose Ends,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Zapp,
Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green, Gang Green.
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.