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 Singapore and from Calgary.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 Donald Fagen 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 the Soft Cell to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The United States of America record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
E-Dancer,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Interpol,
Boredoms,
June Days,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Charles Mingus,
The Flesh Eaters,
Los Fastidios,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bootsy Collins,
Drexciya,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
Quadrant,
Panda Bear,
Symarip,
Tomorrow,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ornette Coleman,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Sugar Minott,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
Lou Reed,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Audionom,
The Beau Brummels,
Leonard Cohen,
T. Rex,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Sun City Girls,
Amazonics,
Chris & Cosey,
Lungfish,
The Index,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Kerri Chandler,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dead C,
Sonny Sharrock,
Bronski Beat,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Donald Byrd,
Second Layer,
Rakim,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare,
The Divine Comedy,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.