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 United Kingdom and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Donald Fagen 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 Pagans to the disco 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 Franke. All the underground hits.
All Heavy D & The Boyz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ken Boothe,
Barclay James Harvest,
kango's stein massive,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Brand Nubian,
Thee Headcoats,
The Golliwogs,
The Moody Blues,
Kurtis Blow,
Aloha Tigers,
Bill Wells,
The Move,
Bobby Womack,
Cecil Taylor,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Archie Shepp,
Amon Düül,
Surgeon,
Supertramp,
Anakelly,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Donald Byrd,
Delon & Dalcan,
Inner City,
Sam Rivers,
Joey Negro,
Dark Day,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sarah Menescal,
Mad Mike,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Drexciya,
The Litter,
FM Einheit,
Sun Ra,
Kas Product,
Sister Nancy,
The Busters,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Infiniti,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Model 500,
Soft Machine,
Youth Brigade,
Mars,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Black Flag,
Donny Hathaway,
Yellowson,
Pet Shop Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Franke,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.