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 Bolivia and from Delhi.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Happenings to the funk 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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Osbourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Beau Brummels record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stereo Dub,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Quadrant,
Magma,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Second Layer,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Excepter,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terry Callier,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rites of Spring,
Surgeon,
Lyres,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Fatback Band,
Oblivians,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Reagan Youth,
Television Personalities,
Alison Limerick,
Slick Rick,
Nick Fraelich,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yusef Lateef,
Silicon Teens,
The Trojans,
Steve Hackett,
Parry Music,
Sparks,
Cymande,
Tres Demented,
Siglo XX,
Livin' Joy,
Black Moon,
Rekid,
Television,
Pussy Galore,
Soul Sonic Force,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
Peter and Kerry,
Funky Four + One,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Patti Smith,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five,
the Sonics,
Man Parrish,
David Bowie,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.