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 Slovenia and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All The Dead C tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Yusef Lateef,
Joy Division,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Khruangbin,
The Last Poets,
ABC,
Flipper,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Jeru the Damaja,
Radiohead,
Robert Hood,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Dawn Penn,
Little Man,
Charles Mingus,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Barbara Tucker,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Mummies,
Deepchord,
Erykah Badu,
The United States of America,
The Dead C,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
The Moleskins,
Brothers Johnson,
Minor Threat,
Idris Muhammad,
ABBA,
Circle Jerks,
Bluetip,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stetsasonic,
Piero Umiliani,
China Crisis,
Kaleidoscope,
Roger Hodgson,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Lynne,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
JFA,
World's Most,
Boz Scaggs,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
EPMD,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.