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 Cuba and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lyon.
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 clarinet 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 Organ to the crunk 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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Procol Harum,
Idris Muhammad,
the Slits,
X-101,
Hardrive,
The Knickerbockers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Tubeway Army,
ABC,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Sonics,
Agitation Free,
Yusef Lateef,
David Bowie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Angry Samoans,
Suburban Knight,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Zero Boys,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young,
Fat Boys,
Stetsasonic,
The Cowsills,
Alison Limerick,
The American Breed,
Gang of Four,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Reagan Youth,
Japan,
The Angels of Light,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Motorama,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Velvet Underground,
Letta Mbulu,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Eddi Front,
Tim Buckley,
Skaos,
Derrick May,
The Litter,
The Real Kids,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Fortunes,
Sarah Menescal,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rekid,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.