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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the jazz 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lower 48 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
The Young Rascals,
Alison Limerick,
Radiopuhelimet,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
The Pretty Things,
Deadbeat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Flash Fearless,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Sound Behaviour,
Anakelly,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
FM Einheit,
Cal Tjader,
Dead Boys,
The Velvet Underground,
The Invisible,
Faraquet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Crispy Ambulance,
Iggy Pop,
The Real Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
DJ Sneak,
Sun Ra,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Spandau Ballet,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The New Christs,
Pulsallama,
Monks,
Japan,
The Gladiators,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Birthday Party,
Tom Boy,
Thompson Twins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jimmy McGriff,
the Fania All-Stars,
June of 44,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
Main Source,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Searchers,
Idris Muhammad,
Oneida,
Brick,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.