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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ 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 Dawn Penn to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Oneida,
Amon Düül,
Gang Green,
K-Klass,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mr. Review,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Althea and Donna,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zero Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Derrick May,
Oblivians,
Flamin' Groovies,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Can,
Terrestrial Tones,
Don Cherry,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
JFA,
Nils Olav,
Ultra Naté,
The Beau Brummels,
Reagan Youth,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Anthony Braxton,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Theoretical Girls,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed,
AZ,
Fear,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
The Litter,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Letta Mbulu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Second Layer,
Crispian St. Peters,
Malaria!,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Doobie Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
Isaac Hayes,
Stetsasonic,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.