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 Argentina and from Stockholm.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Anthony Braxton. All the underground hits.
All Morten Harket tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Warsaw,
B.T. Express,
Dual Sessions,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Graham Central Station,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Faust,
UT,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mojo Men,
World's Most,
Cheater Slicks,
The Index,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Hoover,
Can,
Ludus,
Oblivians,
The Monks,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints,
Scientists,
Marmalade,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Letta Mbulu,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bobby Womack,
ABC,
Wings,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Agent Orange,
The Count Five,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Residents,
FM Einheit,
Sparks,
David Axelrod,
MDC,
A Certain Ratio,
Aswad,
Model 500,
The Durutti Column,
Aloha Tigers,
Amon Düül II,
OOIOO,
Darondo,
The Gories,
The Star Department,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Gong,
Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail, Ponytail.
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.