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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Banda Bassotti to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Funkadelic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Tim Buckley,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Rod Modell,
The Moody Blues,
Electric Prunes,
Ponytail,
Subhumans,
Kerri Chandler,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joyce Sims,
FM Einheit,
Newcleus,
Arthur Verocai,
Drexciya,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Womack,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
John Holt,
DJ Sneak,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Judy Mowatt,
Sällskapet,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
PIL,
LL Cool J,
Crime,
The Real Kids,
Johnny Clarke,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Nick Fraelich,
The Neon Judgement,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Audionom,
Soulsonic Force,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Von Mondo,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Television,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Parry Music,
The Saints,
T.S.O.L.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Das Ding,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.