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 United States and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Edmonton.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Hashim to the grunge 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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All Kings Of Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chris & Cosey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
MC5,
The Zeros,
The Invisible,
Thee Headcoats,
the Germs,
The Angels of Light,
Accadde A,
Mars,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marvin Gaye,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cheater Slicks,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Bluetip,
Animal Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
This Heat,
Country Teasers,
Juan Atkins,
cv313,
Marine Girls,
Tropical Tobacco,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Dark Day,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Fortunes,
Royal Trux,
Judy Mowatt,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Godley & Creme,
Dead Boys,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Moody Blues,
Metal Thangz,
Echospace,
Mandrill,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
Minor Threat,
Drexciya,
Babytalk,
Radio Birdman,
The Blues Magoos,
Minnie Riperton,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.