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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Copenhagen.
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 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 Glenn Branca to the grime 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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jimmy McGriff record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Terry Callier,
Joyce Sims,
The Durutti Column,
The American Breed,
the Bar-Kays,
Excepter,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
The Misunderstood,
Warren Ellis,
Lou Reed,
The Golliwogs,
Sarah Menescal,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
a-ha,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Stetsasonic,
Faust,
Cybotron,
Carl Craig,
Man Eating Sloth,
Clear Light,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Fall,
Sex Pistols,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Ronnie Foster,
Bauhaus,
Interpol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Kinks,
Derrick May,
The Slits,
Black Flag,
Hashim,
Juan Atkins,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Faraquet,
Morten Harket,
Quantec,
Eve St. Jones,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Alison Limerick,
MC5,
Chris Corsano,
Mission of Burma,
Grauzone,
The Neon Judgement,
Bobby Hutcherson,
cv313,
Tom Boy,
Jeff Mills,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.