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 Solomon Islands and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and New York.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Gang of Four to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
Parry Music,
Joensuu 1685,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Juan Atkins,
UT,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ponytail,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Massinfluence,
the Slits,
Jimmy McGriff,
Albert Ayler,
Rapeman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
The Skatalites,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Buzzcocks,
Los Fastidios,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Sun City Girls,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Icehouse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bang On A Can,
One Last Wish,
The Gladiators,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
John Cale,
Rekid,
a-ha,
Lungfish,
The Pretty Things,
The Fuzztones,
Public Image Ltd.,
Pere Ubu,
Gang Green,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nirvana,
The Vogues,
Shuggie Otis,
Arab on Radar,
Godley & Creme,
Masters at Work,
Rotary Connection,
Traffic Nightmare,
Brothers Johnson,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.