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 Brazil and from Columbus.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe 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 Fugs to the jazz 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 The Jesus and Mary Chain. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Aural Exciters,
Byron Stingily,
Nation of Ulysses,
Unrelated Segments,
Kenny Larkin,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Yazoo,
Ludus,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dual Sessions,
The Fuzztones,
Essential Logic,
ABC,
Bob Dylan,
Drexciya,
Little Man,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Curtis Mayfield,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
Bobby Womack,
Guru Guru,
Glambeats Corp.,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Flash Fearless,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Stockholm Monsters,
Rapeman,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Saints,
A Certain Ratio,
Hashim,
Gang Green,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Maleditus Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Bad Manners,
These Immortal Souls,
Sällskapet,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Khruangbin,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Scratch Acid,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.