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 Malaysia and from Shanghai.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Amon Düül II to the punk 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Whodini record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yusef Lateef,
E-Dancer,
Underground Resistance,
The Residents,
Quadrant,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
This Heat,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Mojo Men,
Panda Bear,
Zapp,
Joey Negro,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Wings,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Easy Going,
The Birthday Party,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vainqueur,
Yellowson,
Pierre Henry,
Con Funk Shun,
Adolescents,
The Alarm Clocks,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Das Ding,
The Invisible,
The Music Machine,
Ultra Naté,
Davy DMX,
Saccharine Trust,
Mark Hollis,
Bobby Sherman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Section 25,
Moebius,
Newcleus,
Outsiders,
Sonic Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Au Pairs,
Minutemen,
Chrome,
Mad Mike,
Minny Pops,
The Slits,
JFA,
Eddi Front,
The Fugs,
Bill Near,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sight & Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
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.