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 Comoros and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Jimmy McGriff to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Hood,
Angry Samoans,
Arab on Radar,
Pantytec,
Joensuu 1685,
Erykah Badu,
The Gun Club,
Jandek,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
PIL,
Con Funk Shun,
Tubeway Army,
Kevin Saunderson,
Todd Terry,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Godley & Creme,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Qualms,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
UT,
Johnny Clarke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Litter,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Yaz,
The Golliwogs,
Whodini,
Intrusion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Boredoms,
Roxy Music,
E-Dancer,
Mark Hollis,
David McCallum,
Derrick May,
The Toasters,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
The Modern Lovers,
the Human League,
The Cowsills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
David Bowie,
Silicon Teens,
Warsaw,
Fear,
Cecil Taylor,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sister Nancy,
Zero Boys,
Index,
Sugar Minott,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.