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 El Salvador and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 Adolescents to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pylon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Raincoats,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bush Tetras,
Barclay James Harvest,
Underground Resistance,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Foxx,
Ultimate Spinach,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kerri Chandler,
Jimmy McGriff,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Pharoah Sanders,
Peter & Gordon,
Aural Exciters,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Saints,
the Soft Cell,
The Remains,
ABC,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Quando Quango,
The Fall,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Q65,
Gang of Four,
Neu!,
Arab on Radar,
Avey Tare,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Von Mondo,
The Kinks,
Mary Jane Girls,
The American Breed,
Tom Boy,
Erasure,
Joyce Sims,
Aloha Tigers,
Max Romeo,
Minor Threat,
Index,
Panda Bear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.