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 Guatemala and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Brick,
Lalann,
Joe Finger,
Camouflage,
The Toasters,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
June of 44,
The Fire Engines,
Drive Like Jehu,
Excepter,
Sight & Sound,
Flipper,
Motorama,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers,
Crispy Ambulance,
Spoonie Gee,
Electric Prunes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Derrick Morgan,
Newcleus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Urselle,
Nik Kershaw,
Mad Mike,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Victims,
Scott Walker,
The Mummies,
Morten Harket,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Pylon,
Magma,
Dennis Brown,
Simply Red,
Rotary Connection,
Chris & Cosey,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Associates,
Kerri Chandler,
Crash Course in Science,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Wolf Eyes,
Cecil Taylor,
John Lydon,
Scan 7,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Mark Hollis,
cv313,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.