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 Qatar and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Toni Rubio to the rap 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 Severed Heads. All the underground hits.
All Alton Ellis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minutemen,
Gichy Dan,
Loose Ends,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Raincoats,
Fat Boys,
David Axelrod,
Slick Rick,
Robert Wyatt,
The Doors,
Eden Ahbez,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Theoretical Girls,
Traffic Nightmare,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
Spoonie Gee,
Ronan,
Zero Boys,
Public Enemy,
Crooked Eye,
John Cale,
Los Fastidios,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Animal Collective,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans,
Alison Limerick,
Alphaville,
DNA,
The Slackers,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Alton Ellis,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Young Marble Giants,
The Buckinghams,
New York Dolls,
Magma,
H. Thieme,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Letta Mbulu,
Johnny Clarke,
Ice-T,
Accadde A,
Matthew Bourne,
Joy Division,
Juan Atkins,
Thompson Twins,
Kevin Saunderson,
John Foxx,
Negative Approach,
Hashim,
Von Mondo,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.