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 Grenada and from Tehran.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the sitar 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 Hardrive to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
Bronski Beat,
the Bar-Kays,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Busters,
DNA,
Dual Sessions,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rapeman,
the Normal,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare,
Rosa Yemen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Magma,
Procol Harum,
Roxy Music,
Inner City,
Funky Four + One,
The Mummies,
Arab on Radar,
Barrington Levy,
Moby Grape,
Isaac Hayes,
The Remains,
Alison Limerick,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
KRS-One,
Ludus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Monks,
Rekid,
MC5,
Average White Band,
Monolake,
X-Ray Spex,
Malaria!,
Black Sheep,
Kayak,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Porter Ricks,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scientists,
Intrusion,
John Cale,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Frankie Knuckles,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.