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 East Timor and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 organ 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 Joyce Sims to the jazz 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 Hasil Adkins. All the underground hits.
All Mars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Durutti Column,
Pet Shop Boys,
Laurel Aitken,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Yusef Lateef,
Monks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Niagra,
Warsaw,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Chrome,
Scion,
Cymande,
Todd Terry,
Depeche Mode,
Sugar Minott,
In Retrospect,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
Anthony Braxton,
The Dirtbombs,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Jeru the Damaja,
Buzzcocks,
Charles Mingus,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Scientists,
Black Flag,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cowsills,
Bronski Beat,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Stooges,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
AZ,
Radio Birdman,
Pussy Galore,
Jandek,
Magazine,
Lindisfarne,
Rufus Thomas,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.