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 Solomon Islands and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb 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 Kas Product 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Josef K record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radio Birdman,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Little Man,
the Soft Cell,
Swans,
The Names,
Alton Ellis,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Vladislav Delay,
Fad Gadget,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
Bush Tetras,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Flipper,
The Human League,
Chris Corsano,
The Gun Club,
Basic Channel,
The Star Department,
Siglo XX,
The Smoke,
The United States of America,
Faust,
Visage,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Andrew Hill,
The Associates,
The Velvet Underground,
Fatback Band,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Man Parrish,
Gabor Szabo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maleditus Sound,
KRS-One,
Franke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Moss Icon,
One Last Wish,
Intrusion,
The Blues Magoos,
Livin' Joy,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Stooges,
The Zeros,
The Neon Judgement,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.