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 Fiji and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Moody Blues to the crunk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun City Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Zero Boys,
Heaven 17,
Delta 5,
The Gun Club,
Brick,
the Normal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Althea and Donna,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
Lungfish,
Desert Stars,
Jandek,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
The Slackers,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
Joy Division,
Radiohead,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Almond,
Subhumans,
Visage,
Minnie Riperton,
Sister Nancy,
Dark Day,
Loose Ends,
The Durutti Column,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
Scientists,
Joe Smooth,
The Knickerbockers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Interpol,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Grey Daturas,
Neil Young,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
The American Breed,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
K-Klass,
The Misunderstood,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Josef K,
Black Pus,
Aural Exciters,
Khruangbin,
Los Fastidios,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.