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 Botswana and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 güiro 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 Aural Exciters to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
John Holt,
Sun City Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Con Funk Shun,
Monks,
Visage,
The Vogues,
Neil Young,
Nick Fraelich,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
B.T. Express,
Minnie Riperton,
Gang Green,
Amon Düül,
E-Dancer,
Sound Behaviour,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
Rosa Yemen,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Modern Lovers,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Magma,
The Gap Band,
Das Ding,
This Heat,
Chrome,
Brand Nubian,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Andrew Hill,
Main Source,
Barclay James Harvest,
Soul II Soul,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Man Parrish,
Tubeway Army,
Trumans Water,
Symarip,
X-Ray Spex,
Parry Music,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Royal Trux,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Golliwogs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
These Immortal Souls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.