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 Spain and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Kevin Saunderson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Accadde A record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Lalann,
Nik Kershaw,
Lightning Bolt,
Glenn Branca,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Gang Dance,
Banda Bassotti,
Ituana,
Piero Umiliani,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Drexciya,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Walker Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Monks,
Rakim,
Lindisfarne,
Von Mondo,
Q and Not U,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Doors,
Blancmange,
Gong,
Gang Green,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Carl Craig,
Das Ding,
Parry Music,
Matthew Halsall,
One Last Wish,
Robert Wyatt,
Cal Tjader,
Moebius,
Pet Shop Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Slave,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Reed,
June Days,
Joe Smooth,
Intrusion,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
Barbara Tucker,
Man Parrish,
Brick,
Leonard Cohen,
Lower 48,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.