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 Sweden and from Toronto.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Bill Wells to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Charles Mingus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Judy Mowatt,
Jawbox,
The Real Kids,
Deadbeat,
The Raincoats,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Selecter,
Eve St. Jones,
Wolf Eyes,
The Moody Blues,
Smog,
Metal Thangz,
Rotary Connection,
Pulsallama,
Camouflage,
Livin' Joy,
Silicon Teens,
The American Breed,
Skriet,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Boz Scaggs,
T. Rex,
Franke,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Knickerbockers,
The Doors,
Barbara Tucker,
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Susan Cadogan,
KRS-One,
The Fugs,
The Associates,
Depeche Mode,
Quadrant,
Pantaleimon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Second Layer,
Flipper,
The J.B.'s,
Eli Mardock,
Man Parrish,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Thompson Twins,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jandek,
ABBA,
Ice-T,
48th St. Collective,
Kenny Larkin,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.