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 Panama 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 Funkadelic to the techno 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 Frankie Knuckles. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ronnie Foster,
The Standells,
Mandrill,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Franke,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Hasil Adkins,
Roxette,
The Fall,
Gang of Four,
Roger Hodgson,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mary Jane Girls,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Brand Nubian,
Index,
Amon Düül II,
Kaleidoscope,
The Alarm Clocks,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Robert Hood,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Grass Roots,
Deadbeat,
Spoonie Gee,
Heaven 17,
The Motions,
The Black Dice,
Tres Demented,
The Martian,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Camouflage,
Talk Talk,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
New Age Steppers,
Jacob Miller,
Thompson Twins,
The Blackbyrds,
Prince Buster,
Funkadelic,
Scrapy,
The Moody Blues,
JFA,
Sarah Menescal,
Cameo,
Ultimate Spinach,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Boz Scaggs,
10cc,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Simply Red,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Pulsallama,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.