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 Portland.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jeru the Damaja 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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gang of Four,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Section 25,
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
June of 44,
Soul II Soul,
Neil Young,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Sound,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
U.S. Maple,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rufus Thomas,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tears for Fears,
Sonic Youth,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Index,
Rapeman,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mantronix,
Cymande,
Kayak,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Scott Walker,
Tropical Tobacco,
Warsaw,
Joy Division,
DJ Style,
EPMD,
Piero Umiliani,
Byron Stingily,
Visage,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
The Standells,
Young Marble Giants,
Desert Stars,
Anakelly,
Scratch Acid,
Flamin' Groovies,
Ice-T,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.