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 Cape Verde and from Glasgow.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Morten Harket to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro 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 rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Accadde A,
The Index,
The J.B.'s,
The Buckinghams,
PIL,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Pulsallama,
Brick,
The Techniques,
Alison Limerick,
Funky Four + One,
Ludus,
Robert Hood,
The Sonics,
Wire,
Youth Brigade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Leonard Cohen,
The Evens,
Tom Boy,
Lakeside,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Main Source,
Suicide,
Avey Tare,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bluetip,
Glenn Branca,
Dennis Brown,
The Fire Engines,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Funkadelic,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
MC5,
Pharoah Sanders,
Stereo Dub,
Dark Day,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
Bootsy Collins,
Zero Boys,
Echospace,
Crooked Eye,
Marcia Griffiths,
Terry Callier,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jeff Mills,
the Slits,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tropical Tobacco,
Yazoo,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.