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 Papua New Guinea and from Columbus.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the snare 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 Alice Coltrane 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Qualms,
Roy Ayers,
Minor Threat,
Basic Channel,
Tropical Tobacco,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jawbox,
Newcleus,
Das Ding,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sun City Girls,
Maurizio,
Bobbi Humphrey,
cv313,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Slick Rick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Move,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maleditus Sound,
Duran Duran,
The Star Department,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joe Finger,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonny Sharrock,
Johnny Osbourne,
Con Funk Shun,
Junior Murvin,
The Last Poets,
Drexciya,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Lynne,
kango's stein massive,
Fela Kuti,
the Soft Cell,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Almond,
The Grass Roots,
Faust,
Can,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Music Machine,
Marvin Gaye,
Prince Buster,
Circle Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
The Fugs,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
Nas,
Dawn Penn,
Popol Vuh,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
ABBA,
Delta 5,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.