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 Costa Rica and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 the Sonics to the disco 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Patti Smith,
Pussy Galore,
Ornette Coleman,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
Hardrive,
Joensuu 1685,
Swell Maps,
Dual Sessions,
Scion,
New York Dolls,
Massinfluence,
Black Moon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Barry Ungar,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Babytalk,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Names,
Au Pairs,
Joe Smooth,
Yusef Lateef,
Althea and Donna,
the Bar-Kays,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Slits,
Suburban Knight,
Reuben Wilson,
Rufus Thomas,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cecil Taylor,
Spoonie Gee,
Bluetip,
La Düsseldorf,
Laurel Aitken,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Danielle Patucci,
Ronnie Foster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gabor Szabo,
Ponytail,
Michelle Simonal,
The Fugs,
China Crisis,
Ken Boothe,
The Detroit Cobras,
ABC,
Section 25,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.