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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell 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 X-101. All the underground hits.
All KRS-One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Rotary Connection,
Funkadelic,
Funky Four + One,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fire Engines,
Gastr Del Sol,
Von Mondo,
The Move,
Surgeon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bizarre Inc.,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Wyatt,
The Busters,
The Young Rascals,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mark Hollis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Black Flag,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Zapp,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Toni Rubio,
Crime,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
David Axelrod,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Mojo Men,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Terry Callier,
Danielle Patucci,
Country Teasers,
The Birthday Party,
Minutemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
AZ,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jawbox,
The Techniques,
10cc,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
K-Klass,
Dennis Brown,
James White and The Blacks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Archie Shepp,
Ituana,
Davy DMX,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Urselle,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.