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 Haiti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the 808 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 Minutemen 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Hardrive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Detroit Cobras,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scratch Acid,
Kool Moe Dee,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
Yaz,
Subhumans,
The Young Rascals,
The Fall,
Grauzone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Aaron Thompson,
Neil Young,
Crime,
The Trojans,
Khruangbin,
Donald Byrd,
Main Source,
The Motions,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
Ornette Coleman,
The Count Five,
Skriet,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
U.S. Maple,
Swell Maps,
the Normal,
The Star Department,
The Golliwogs,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Charles Mingus,
MDC,
The Human League,
Second Layer,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Los Fastidios,
Anakelly,
The Dave Clark Five,
D'Angelo,
China Crisis,
The Fire Engines,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Intrusion,
UT,
The American Breed,
Cybotron,
Barclay James Harvest,
Harmonia,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.