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 Malaysia and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Robert Palmer 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 the Fania All-Stars to the crunk 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pere Ubu,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Talk Talk,
Ohio Players,
Panda Bear,
Livin' Joy,
Massinfluence,
Grandmaster Flash,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Tomorrow,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Essential Logic,
Scrapy,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Move,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
David Axelrod,
Guru Guru,
The Birthday Party,
New Age Steppers,
Rapeman,
Shoche,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Yusef Lateef,
KRS-One,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Black Dice,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Siglo XX,
Procol Harum,
Judy Mowatt,
Alice Coltrane,
ABC,
Swell Maps,
Soft Machine,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Arthur Verocai,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Mojo Men,
Symarip,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
DNA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Public Image Ltd.,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Goldenarms,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.