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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Bootsy Collins to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Kurtis Blow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arthur Verocai,
Pole,
Nation of Ulysses,
Jeru the Damaja,
Faraquet,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mad Mike,
Clear Light,
Joy Division,
Blancmange,
Soul II Soul,
One Last Wish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Unrelated Segments,
Ponytail,
The Fugs,
Quantec,
Erasure,
Whodini,
MDC,
Radio Birdman,
Malaria!,
Theoretical Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bang On A Can,
Sex Pistols,
Babytalk,
Swans,
Fat Boys,
Girls At Our Best!,
Donny Hathaway,
Con Funk Shun,
Scion,
Crispy Ambulance,
Oblivians,
DJ Style,
Jacob Miller,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABBA,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
T.S.O.L.,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roxette,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Last Poets,
The Gap Band,
The Skatalites,
Radiohead,
The Associates,
Dorothy Ashby,
Chris & Cosey,
Nirvana,
Echospace,
The Pop Group,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flamin' Groovies,
MC5,
UT,
The Slits,
The Remains,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free, Agitation Free.
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.