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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Letta Mbulu to the disco 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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Chris & Cosey,
Sister Nancy,
Visage,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Sugar Minott,
The Evens,
Buzzcocks,
Yazoo,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Animal Collective,
Intrusion,
Moby Grape,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DJ Style,
Frankie Knuckles,
Stetsasonic,
ABC,
Pantytec,
New Age Steppers,
The Detroit Cobras,
Black Moon,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Max Romeo,
Graham Central Station,
Maleditus Sound,
Radiohead,
Talk Talk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Byron Stingily,
Minutemen,
Bootsy Collins,
Soul II Soul,
The Alarm Clocks,
CMW,
Bill Wells,
The Fire Engines,
Girls At Our Best!,
Henry Cow,
Mark Hollis,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Vogues,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Cameo,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Slave,
Terrestrial Tones,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.