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 Korea South and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Charles Mingus to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Grass Roots,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Supertramp,
Don Cherry,
Funky Four + One,
Reagan Youth,
Excepter,
The Young Rascals,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Teasers,
Tommy Roe,
The J.B.'s,
A Certain Ratio,
Sonny Sharrock,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Motions,
Brand Nubian,
Deakin,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Busters,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
AZ,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
The Tremeloes,
The Leaves,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Oblivians,
The Blues Magoos,
Eric Copeland,
T.S.O.L.,
The Dirtbombs,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Moleskins,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ronnie Foster,
Mad Mike,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Donald Byrd,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.