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 Cuba and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 linndrum 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 Pierre Henry to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer 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 sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Spandau Ballet,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
FM Einheit,
Schoolly D,
Gregory Isaacs,
Los Fastidios,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dorothy Ashby,
Robert Hood,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Yusef Lateef,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Eric Copeland,
Nirvana,
Procol Harum,
Juan Atkins,
B.T. Express,
The Mummies,
X-101,
Grauzone,
Ossler,
New Order,
The Birthday Party,
Judy Mowatt,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick May,
Fad Gadget,
Wire,
Funkadelic,
Tom Boy,
Slick Rick,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Make Up,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scratch Acid,
Agitation Free,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Josef K,
The Fugs,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Rufus Thomas,
The Divine Comedy,
Skriet,
Pere Ubu,
The Dead C,
a-ha,
Quadrant,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Gang Dance,
Nico, Nico, Nico, Nico.
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.