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 Dominica and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Milan.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the snare 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 Skriet to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tropical Tobacco. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Selecter,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Coltrane,
John Holt,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
The Kinks,
The Motions,
Harmonia,
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the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young,
Tomorrow,
The Knickerbockers,
Swans,
Wings,
Man Parrish,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Au Pairs,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Amon Düül,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
F. McDonald,
Unrelated Segments,
Adolescents,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Robert Görl,
Fela Kuti,
Brothers Johnson,
Deepchord,
Boredoms,
Fad Gadget,
The Velvet Underground,
The Residents,
Desert Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Anakelly,
Zero Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
The J.B.'s,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Arcadia,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.