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 Italy and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Shanghai.
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 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 Aloha Tigers to the funk 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 The Doobie Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Brothers Johnson,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Eddi Front,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Mantronix,
The Gap Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Warsaw,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Michelle Simonal,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
Tres Demented,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Dorothy Ashby,
Metal Thangz,
Nico,
John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Black Flag,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Josef K,
Suicide,
Hardrive,
The New Christs,
DJ Sneak,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Star Department,
In Retrospect,
The Remains,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skarface,
Nas,
Pole,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
Crispian St. Peters,
Steve Hackett,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Vainqueur,
Joy Division,
Barry Ungar,
Royal Trux,
Pylon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Charles Mingus,
Archie Shepp,
Andrew Hill,
Slick Rick,
Japan,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.