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 Zambia and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Ornette Coleman 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James White and The Blacks,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Popol Vuh,
Rapeman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Camouflage,
Angry Samoans,
Idris Muhammad,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Piero Umiliani,
Faust,
Outsiders,
Funky Four + One,
The Offenders,
China Crisis,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Monochrome Set,
Cybotron,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Flag,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Zero Boys,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Index,
Maurizio,
Anakelly,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
X-101,
Thee Headcoats,
Fugazi,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Bobby Womack,
Sam Rivers,
Section 25,
Arcadia,
Blossom Toes,
Letta Mbulu,
Hasil Adkins,
Bootsy Collins,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Underground Resistance,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Fugs,
the Bar-Kays,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Germs,
Minny Pops,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.