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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Siglo XX to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Nik Kershaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wally Richardson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
Joey Negro,
Accadde A,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jacques Brel,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
John Cale,
Underground Resistance,
Terry Callier,
Scott Walker,
Pole,
Swans,
The Busters,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minnie Riperton,
Subhumans,
Intrusion,
The Doors,
Iggy Pop,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
Youth Brigade,
The Barracudas,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Soft Machine,
Outsiders,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin,
Crime,
Sugar Minott,
James White and The Blacks,
The Skatalites,
The Cowsills,
Donald Byrd,
Simply Red,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Tomorrow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
In Retrospect,
Faraquet,
Unrelated Segments,
Deadbeat,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dual Sessions,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Smooth,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Young Rascals,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Kinks,
Aaron Thompson,
Wire,
Bob Dylan,
Q and Not U,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.