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 Jamaica and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Minny Pops to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Gun Club,
Agent Orange,
Amon Düül II,
Wings,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül,
Roy Ayers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Stereo Dub,
The United States of America,
Sight & Sound,
Marine Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sonic Youth,
Henry Cow,
Terrestrial Tones,
New Age Steppers,
Audionom,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Ituana,
Angry Samoans,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Average White Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Inner City,
Peter and Kerry,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Freddie Wadling,
D'Angelo,
Lower 48,
The Seeds,
Boz Scaggs,
Mandrill,
Letta Mbulu,
Idris Muhammad,
Beasts of Bourbon,
DJ Sneak,
the Normal,
Circle Jerks,
Dorothy Ashby,
Anakelly,
Robert Wyatt,
Dawn Penn,
Joy Division,
Public Image Ltd.,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Duran Duran,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.