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 Eritrea and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Procol Harum to the electroclash 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Bananas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
DJ Sneak,
The Human League,
a-ha,
Chris & Cosey,
Buzzcocks,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Slits,
U.S. Maple,
Loose Ends,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Pylon,
Masters at Work,
Patti Smith,
Gabor Szabo,
Robert Görl,
Accadde A,
Marine Girls,
Ituana,
Aural Exciters,
Scion,
Model 500,
Pantytec,
Monolake,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Barracudas,
H. Thieme,
The Dirtbombs,
Kurtis Blow,
Sonic Youth,
Infiniti,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sound,
Lyres,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Pus,
Toni Rubio,
Fela Kuti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tubeway Army,
Bush Tetras,
R.M.O.,
Darondo,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
La Düsseldorf,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jacob Miller,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.