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 Kuwait and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the 808 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 Joey Negro to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gastr Del Sol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Newcleus,
the Bar-Kays,
Derrick Morgan,
Das Ding,
K-Klass,
Simply Red,
Bobby Womack,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Barracudas,
PIL,
Matthew Bourne,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kurtis Blow,
Technova,
Mr. Review,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pantytec,
The Gladiators,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Germs,
Blake Baxter,
The Mummies,
Crooked Eye,
Amon Düül,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Andrew Hill,
Sällskapet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ralphi Rosario,
Darondo,
Swans,
Stiv Bators,
48th St. Collective,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Pagans,
Whodini,
Desert Stars,
Zero Boys,
Scratch Acid,
Chris & Cosey,
Symarip,
T.S.O.L.,
Alison Limerick,
The Knickerbockers,
Bluetip,
Model 500,
Ronan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
AZ,
the Association,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.