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 India and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 John Coltrane to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warsaw,
Brick,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Pet Shop Boys,
Silicon Teens,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Divine Comedy,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
MDC,
The Kinks,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
Tomorrow,
Leonard Cohen,
The Motions,
Scan 7,
New Age Steppers,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül II,
Prince Buster,
Nirvana,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Bluetip,
Sight & Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
Boredoms,
Mo-Dettes,
Electric Prunes,
The Fall,
The Fortunes,
Buzzcocks,
Shoche,
The Dave Clark Five,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Gun Club,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
Wolf Eyes,
The Knickerbockers,
The Fuzztones,
Charles Mingus,
Von Mondo,
Parry Music,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yusef Lateef,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marine Girls,
Donny Hathaway,
Wire,
Crispian St. Peters,
Unwound,
Mandrill,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.