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 Gambia and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Derrick Morgan to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin 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 snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moleskins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
Colin Newman,
Minor Threat,
Al Stewart,
The Cramps,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Joe Smooth,
Crash Course in Science,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Metal Thangz,
Alice Coltrane,
Donny Hathaway,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Grey Daturas,
Todd Terry,
Sparks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx,
Aloha Tigers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ken Boothe,
The Fire Engines,
The Human League,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Gladiators,
Hashim,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Kenny Larkin,
The Move,
Alton Ellis,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lower 48,
Tomorrow,
Rufus Thomas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Leonard Cohen,
Ultra Naté,
Liliput,
Mark Hollis,
Prince Buster,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Pharoah Sanders,
Robert Wyatt,
Ten City,
Peter and Kerry,
Inner City,
The Star Department,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.