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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 Eurythmics to the jazz 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 Reagan Youth. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Five Americans 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Q65,
Don Cherry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rapeman,
One Last Wish,
Audionom,
Warren Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Bang On A Can,
John Cale,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moby Grape,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Cameo,
Rakim,
Chris Corsano,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
In Retrospect,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Brick,
Parry Music,
Pagans,
The Moody Blues,
June Days,
Tim Buckley,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets,
Gerry Rafferty,
Camouflage,
Barrington Levy,
Arthur Verocai,
Wolf Eyes,
Soul II Soul,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Niagra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gabor Szabo,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Black Pus,
Faust,
Agent Orange,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tommy Roe,
The Birthday Party,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Gladiators,
Terry Callier,
Pere Ubu,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Throbbing Gristle,
LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J, LL Cool J.
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.