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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marcia Griffiths to the grime 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 Unrelated Segments. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flipper 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
Archie Shepp,
Spandau Ballet,
Yaz,
Marmalade,
Gil Scott Heron,
Au Pairs,
Fela Kuti,
a-ha,
Wasted Youth,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Sarah Menescal,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Goldenarms,
Lightning Bolt,
DJ Sneak,
Eden Ahbez,
The New Christs,
Unrelated Segments,
Joey Negro,
The Offenders,
The Blackbyrds,
the Germs,
The Busters,
Organ,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Pagans,
The Cure,
Pussy Galore,
Eve St. Jones,
Brand Nubian,
John Foxx,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Remains,
H. Thieme,
Yusef Lateef,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Rites of Spring,
Youth Brigade,
Warsaw,
Kool Moe Dee,
Circle Jerks,
Neu!,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Banda Bassotti,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.