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 Pakistan and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the crunk 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aural Exciters 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Zeros record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Skatalites,
Mad Mike,
The Real Kids,
Glambeats Corp.,
Derrick May,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül II,
Pere Ubu,
Andrew Hill,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scientists,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Arab on Radar,
Idris Muhammad,
Angry Samoans,
Tubeway Army,
The J.B.'s,
Newcleus,
Lou Christie,
Gil Scott Heron,
Maleditus Sound,
Funky Four + One,
Little Man,
Wasted Youth,
Echospace,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Public Enemy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sugar Minott,
John Holt,
Roy Ayers,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Green,
Rod Modell,
Camberwell Now,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Junior Murvin,
Livin' Joy,
Matthew Halsall,
Whodini,
Funkadelic,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
Pharoah Sanders,
Laurel Aitken,
Aswad,
Ken Boothe,
Grauzone,
ABC,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.