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 Bhutan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum 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 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Surgeon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Intrusion,
Morten Harket,
Crime,
The Seeds,
Aloha Tigers,
Cecil Taylor,
Visage,
Ohio Players,
Icehouse,
Terry Callier,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Soft Cell,
John Coltrane,
Mission of Burma,
Y Pants,
Newcleus,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Buckinghams,
Crispian St. Peters,
It's A Beautiful Day,
June Days,
Kerri Chandler,
Susan Cadogan,
The Kinks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rites of Spring,
The Count Five,
Bill Near,
Lightning Bolt,
Nas,
Motorama,
Byron Stingily,
PIL,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Procol Harum,
Blancmange,
Shuggie Otis,
X-101,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Section 25,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Los Fastidios,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joe Finger,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
DNA,
Gang Green,
Talk Talk,
Harmonia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Pantaleimon,
Circle Jerks,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.