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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Delhi.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Laurel Aitken to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skriet,
The Invisible,
B.T. Express,
Eric Dolphy,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Last Poets,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Lalann,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Easy Going,
Harmonia,
Essential Logic,
CMW,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lungfish,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nation of Ulysses,
Amon Düül II,
The Count Five,
Faraquet,
Eurythmics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Smoke,
Ten City,
The Five Americans,
Joe Finger,
Anakelly,
Rites of Spring,
Trumans Water,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bad Manners,
Excepter,
Ronnie Foster,
Godley & Creme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Beau Brummels,
Marmalade,
Kayak,
The Move,
The Barracudas,
The Monochrome Set,
Donald Byrd,
FM Einheit,
Infiniti,
These Immortal Souls,
Jawbox,
The Doors,
Shoche,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
the Normal,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.