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 the UAE and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the grime 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eyeless In Gaza 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Youth Brigade,
Skaos,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The American Breed,
the Slits,
Franke,
The Sound,
The Martian,
The Saints,
Altered Images,
Oneida,
EPMD,
Alton Ellis,
Ohio Players,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
D'Angelo,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
Basic Channel,
Roy Ayers,
Masters at Work,
Fugazi,
Yusef Lateef,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
Kevin Saunderson,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Velvet Underground,
Jacob Miller,
Kayak,
the Sonics,
Fatback Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Smoke,
Main Source,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mojo Men,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Severed Heads,
MDC,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DJ Sneak,
Peter & Gordon,
Prince Buster,
Blancmange,
Kenny Larkin,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lakeside,
The Real Kids,
Boredoms,
Ronan,
Pole,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Music Machine,
Gang of Four,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.