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 Maldives and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Gap Band to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Basic Channel. All the underground hits.
All Pantaleimon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Gabor Szabo,
Von Mondo,
Rites of Spring,
Main Source,
Guru Guru,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ten City,
The Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
Crooked Eye,
Q65,
Accadde A,
Don Cherry,
Susan Cadogan,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Suicide,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Outsiders,
D'Angelo,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlback,
James White and The Blacks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Girls At Our Best!,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wolf Eyes,
Parry Music,
Mantronix,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
Slick Rick,
ABC,
Shoche,
Maurizio,
Au Pairs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gladiators,
La Düsseldorf,
X-101,
Joy Division,
Darondo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Panda Bear,
Derrick May,
Sound Behaviour,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.