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 Singapore and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Skarface,
The Skatalites,
Scientists,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Michelle Simonal,
The Index,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Reuben Wilson,
ABBA,
Judy Mowatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Reagan Youth,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Outsiders,
The Durutti Column,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Pus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
The Cramps,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Spoonie Gee,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Archie Shepp,
Funkadelic,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Brick,
Sam Rivers,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Donny Hathaway,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ken Boothe,
Schoolly D,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eric Dolphy,
New York Dolls,
Moss Icon,
Simply Red,
The Slackers,
World's Most,
The Standells,
Soft Machine,
Flamin' Groovies,
Harmonia,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
H. Thieme,
The Zeros,
Hashim,
Scrapy,
Average White Band,
Circle Jerks,
T. Rex,
Wings,
The Dead C,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.