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 Guyana and from Manchester.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Max Romeo to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Roger Hodgson. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantaleimon,
CMW,
Magma,
One Last Wish,
Liliput,
Barbara Tucker,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mojo Men,
Wasted Youth,
Fad Gadget,
Albert Ayler,
Peter and Kerry,
Suicide,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lower 48,
La Düsseldorf,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Stetsasonic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Deepchord,
Q65,
The Monks,
The Searchers,
the Bar-Kays,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Crime,
The J.B.'s,
The Index,
Saccharine Trust,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Thee Headcoats,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Warsaw,
Tubeway Army,
Flamin' Groovies,
Silicon Teens,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
Darondo,
Subhumans,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Human League,
Ultravox,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Maurizio,
Connie Case,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang On A Can,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Loose Ends,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Five Americans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
The Gories,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.