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 Algeria and from London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Bologna.
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 Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Dawn Penn to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soft Cell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro 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 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
Crash Course in Science,
Skarface,
The Litter,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jimmy McGriff,
Thee Headcoats,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Los Fastidios,
Blake Baxter,
Sexual Harrassment,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Smooth,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
The Gun Club,
The American Breed,
Minny Pops,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Robert Wyatt,
Bluetip,
a-ha,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Style,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Charles Mingus,
Lalann,
Young Marble Giants,
The Angels of Light,
The Electric Prunes,
The Five Americans,
Audionom,
The Seeds,
Visage,
The Star Department,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Arthur Verocai,
David Axelrod,
Roxy Music,
Panda Bear,
Thompson Twins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Dirtbombs,
Eden Ahbez,
Soft Cell,
Camberwell Now,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.