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 Mexico and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 clarinet 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 Brothers Johnson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 American Breed. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Iggy Pop,
MC5,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aswad,
Blake Baxter,
Groovy Waters,
Cybotron,
Can,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joey Negro,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Roy Ayers,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Divine Comedy,
Yusef Lateef,
Moss Icon,
Derrick Morgan,
Graham Central Station,
Schoolly D,
Skaos,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cure,
Von Mondo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marmalade,
FM Einheit,
The Sound,
Colin Newman,
Kaleidoscope,
Fear,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bootsy Collins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Monks,
The New Christs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Bronski Beat,
The Buckinghams,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Jeff Mills,
Shoche,
Al Stewart,
Ituana,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Rundgren,
Skriet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Moebius,
Fluxion,
The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers, The Knickerbockers.
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.