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 Gabon and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manchester.
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 Cecil Taylor to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lou Christie,
Underground Resistance,
Liliput,
Darondo,
Camouflage,
The Selecter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Neu!,
The Index,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Brand Nubian,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Saccharine Trust,
Lower 48,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
Harpers Bizarre,
Joensuu 1685,
Alton Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Altered Images,
Accadde A,
Stereo Dub,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Desert Stars,
The Angels of Light,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Bananas,
Quadrant,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Porter Ricks,
Kenny Larkin,
Circle Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
Gabor Szabo,
Urselle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scrapy,
Dawn Penn,
Can,
Scan 7,
Drive Like Jehu,
Los Fastidios,
Organ,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
The Move, The Move, The Move, The Move.
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.