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 Equatorial Guinea and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Durutti Column to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Boogie Down Productions,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Harmonia,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bad Manners,
Mr. Review,
Aswad,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Fluxion,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Fatback Band,
Barry Ungar,
Albert Ayler,
Guru Guru,
The Five Americans,
Agitation Free,
Derrick Morgan,
The Busters,
Average White Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
Duran Duran,
Leonard Cohen,
Half Japanese,
Ultimate Spinach,
Aloha Tigers,
Eden Ahbez,
Echospace,
Fad Gadget,
The Slackers,
Black Flag,
Underground Resistance,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mummies,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hasil Adkins,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Image Ltd.,
Minutemen,
Terry Callier,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Pierre Henry,
Faraquet,
Moby Grape,
Desert Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Stetsasonic,
The Dirtbombs,
The Selecter,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.