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 New Zealand and from Portland.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 the Germs to the jazz 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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Japan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Pussy Galore,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Grass Roots,
Pulsallama,
Bill Near,
Make Up,
The Doors,
Vainqueur,
Sonny Sharrock,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Blackbyrds,
The Beau Brummels,
Circle Jerks,
Archie Shepp,
JFA,
Ronan,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Terry,
Basic Channel,
Black Moon,
the Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Avey Tare,
Boredoms,
Yusef Lateef,
Fear,
Barrington Levy,
Alton Ellis,
The Count Five,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Trojans,
David McCallum,
Funky Four + One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gabor Szabo,
Alice Coltrane,
Spoonie Gee,
Deakin,
Babytalk,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Soul Sonic Force,
Michelle Simonal,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Cymande,
Lungfish,
Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood, Lee Hazlewood.
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.