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 Turkmenistan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Piero Umiliani,
Duran Duran,
The Toasters,
Soft Cell,
Unrelated Segments,
Funkadelic,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
Excepter,
Roy Ayers,
Niagra,
Cal Tjader,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
ABBA,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Sheep,
Morten Harket,
Brass Construction,
Cecil Taylor,
Pharoah Sanders,
F. McDonald,
Ronan,
Scrapy,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Barracudas,
John Holt,
Camberwell Now,
Index,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alphaville,
Yellowson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Cameo,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Joyce Sims,
Todd Terry,
Fela Kuti,
Pagans,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Jacob Miller,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Althea and Donna,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.