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 Fiji and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
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 clarinet 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 Carl Craig to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Trojans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Donny Hathaway,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doobie Brothers,
Can,
Gang Starr,
The Remains,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
These Immortal Souls,
Parry Music,
The Red Krayola,
ABBA,
Ten City,
Lou Christie,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Robert Wyatt,
Soft Machine,
The Raincoats,
Rotary Connection,
L. Decosne,
Jacob Miller,
T.S.O.L.,
Yaz,
MC5,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amon Düül,
Pagans,
Amon Düül II,
Donald Byrd,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Fort Wilson Riot,
UT,
Stereo Dub,
Ohio Players,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Patti Smith,
Moebius,
Infiniti,
CMW,
The Martian,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Neil Young,
Cecil Taylor,
Television Personalities,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Nas,
Nick Fraelich,
Symarip,
Soulsonic Force,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Misunderstood,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.