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 Liberia and from Johannesburg.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 Anthony Braxton 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gladiators 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
The American Breed,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
The Fugs,
Royal Trux,
Donald Byrd,
Siglo XX,
Sun City Girls,
Lightning Bolt,
Goldenarms,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Spoonie Gee,
Drive Like Jehu,
MDC,
Livin' Joy,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Connie Case,
the Slits,
Section 25,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bauhaus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funky Four + One,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Little Man,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Robert Hood,
Tommy Roe,
Sparks,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Alice Coltrane,
Monks,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Mars,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
The Electric Prunes,
The Mojo Men,
June of 44,
Scan 7,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bronski Beat,
Terry Callier,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Barry Ungar,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.