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 Philippines and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 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 the Bar-Kays to the grunge 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 The Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Royal Trux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aaron Thompson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arcadia,
Moebius,
One Last Wish,
Joensuu 1685,
China Crisis,
Surgeon,
the Germs,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Procol Harum,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Guru Guru,
Pussy Galore,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Von Mondo,
Boz Scaggs,
Soulsonic Force,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Basic Channel,
Main Source,
Jimmy McGriff,
Patti Smith,
Symarip,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Vogues,
Fela Kuti,
Deadbeat,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lightning Bolt,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
The Young Rascals,
The Slits,
The Standells,
The Five Americans,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ten City,
The Mummies,
cv313,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Offenders,
Rotary Connection,
Technova,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joe Finger,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Donald Byrd,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Normal,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.