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 Portugal and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Inner City to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Make Up 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Wally Richardson,
Yusef Lateef,
Shuggie Otis,
Tom Boy,
Rites of Spring,
48th St. Collective,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Khruangbin,
Television,
Max Romeo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Silicon Teens,
Banda Bassotti,
Suburban Knight,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Minnie Riperton,
Letta Mbulu,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yazoo,
Maurizio,
Anthony Braxton,
Main Source,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Robert Wyatt,
Absolute Body Control,
The Knickerbockers,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wolf Eyes,
Motorama,
Kerrie Biddell,
Magma,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Section 25,
ABBA,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Lebanon Hanover,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
David Bowie,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
OOIOO,
The Slackers,
kango's stein massive,
Harry Pussy,
Siglo XX,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Blues Magoos,
Nik Kershaw,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.