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 Panama and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 American Breed to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Todd Terry. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Art Ensemble Of Chicago record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fugs,
ABBA,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Gang of Four,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
The Count Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
Altered Images,
Jeru the Damaja,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
K-Klass,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Moby Grape,
Wire,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Ten City,
Inner City,
Fad Gadget,
Scott Walker,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Rapeman,
Fear,
Second Layer,
B.T. Express,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Unwound,
Animal Collective,
Cybotron,
Aaron Thompson,
Josef K,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
John Lydon,
Technova,
Tommy Roe,
Y Pants,
The Dirtbombs,
Amon Düül II,
Excepter,
the Slits,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
the Human League,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force, Soulsonic Force.
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.