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 Egypt and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Columbus.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Saccharine Trust to the electroclash 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The American Breed,
The Last Poets,
Sarah Menescal,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sam Rivers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jacob Miller,
Sun City Girls,
Cal Tjader,
Neil Young,
The Fall,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Modern Lovers,
Mad Mike,
Maleditus Sound,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
JFA,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fugazi,
Joe Smooth,
The Monochrome Set,
The Red Krayola,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
the Soft Cell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Unwound,
Rod Modell,
The Toasters,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
Con Funk Shun,
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Terry Callier,
Roy Ayers,
Arcadia,
Tres Demented,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Main Source,
Section 25,
Rosa Yemen,
Intrusion,
The Selecter,
Erasure,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Fluxion,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.