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 Peru and from Houston.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Bootsy Collins to the rock 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Misunderstood,
Surgeon,
Sixth Finger,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ponytail,
The Doobie Brothers,
Simply Red,
Jeru the Damaja,
Index,
Franke,
The Slackers,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Man Eating Sloth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stiv Bators,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Index,
Little Man,
Chris & Cosey,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Spoonie Gee,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Sonics,
World's Most,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Hoover,
Malaria!,
The Durutti Column,
Arthur Verocai,
Glambeats Corp.,
Prince Buster,
Quadrant,
Siglo XX,
Q65,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
Jeff Lynne,
Lindisfarne,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Real Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kaleidoscope,
Nas,
Slick Rick,
Ultra Naté,
Roxette,
Connie Case,
Archie Shepp,
Amazonics,
Aloha Tigers,
Scratch Acid,
Fat Boys,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mars,
The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set, The Monochrome Set.
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.