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 Honduras and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Alarm Clocks to the funk 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Man Eating Sloth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
These Immortal Souls,
Joy Division,
Sugar Minott,
The Raincoats,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Intrusion,
the Sonics,
This Heat,
Swell Maps,
Trumans Water,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Letta Mbulu,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Toasters,
Cecil Taylor,
Peter and Kerry,
Fad Gadget,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Cybotron,
Gil Scott Heron,
Jawbox,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Man Parrish,
Camouflage,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Techniques,
Eric Dolphy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
The Blackbyrds,
Theoretical Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Max Romeo,
X-102,
The Victims,
Schoolly D,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mojo Men,
Joe Finger,
ABBA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Pretty Things,
Brass Construction,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
The Dirtbombs,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bang On A Can,
David McCallum,
Slave,
Minny Pops,
The Beau Brummels,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade, Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade.
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.