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 Vanuatu and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Dennis Brown to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Saccharine Trust. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Archie Shepp 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?
Glambeats Corp.,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bootsy Collins,
F. McDonald,
Simply Red,
Dual Sessions,
Brand Nubian,
Sonic Youth,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Aural Exciters,
Dorothy Ashby,
the Normal,
Chris Corsano,
Black Moon,
Tubeway Army,
Gerry Rafferty,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hasil Adkins,
Panda Bear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Move,
T. Rex,
Flipper,
Quantec,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Bananas,
Dead Boys,
Dawn Penn,
Arab on Radar,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
New York Dolls,
Cymande,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
X-101,
Qualms,
Rhythm & Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unwound,
the Human League,
Scion,
Gang Starr,
The Barracudas,
Sixth Finger,
Con Funk Shun,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lindisfarne,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
Talk Talk,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch, Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch.
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.