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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Fela Kuti to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nils Olav,
Marine Girls,
Sex Pistols,
Spandau Ballet,
Guru Guru,
the Fania All-Stars,
Porter Ricks,
Lyres,
Derrick Morgan,
Blancmange,
Byron Stingily,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Althea and Donna,
June of 44,
Kevin Saunderson,
China Crisis,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Mummies,
Stetsasonic,
Zero Boys,
Aloha Tigers,
Camouflage,
Cameo,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Erasure,
Erykah Badu,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crime,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Sugar Minott,
Saccharine Trust,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Reuben Wilson,
Sällskapet,
Sun Ra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Aswad,
F. McDonald,
The Fugs,
Cybotron,
Ronnie Foster,
Minutemen,
Gregory Isaacs,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Andrew Hill,
Audionom,
Rotary Connection,
Pere Ubu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cluster,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
The Alarm Clocks,
Eddi Front,
Harry Pussy,
Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans, Subhumans.
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.