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 Burkina and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
Pylon,
Grandmaster Flash,
Vainqueur,
Alison Limerick,
Nick Fraelich,
Fugazi,
Junior Murvin,
Flash Fearless,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ohio Players,
Jeff Mills,
Babytalk,
Gang of Four,
The Durutti Column,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Quando Quango,
the Normal,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lucky Dragons,
Youth Brigade,
Robert Hood,
FM Einheit,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Offenders,
Heaven 17,
Arthur Verocai,
Cameo,
La Düsseldorf,
Gang Starr,
Altered Images,
Godley & Creme,
The Gladiators,
Fad Gadget,
Average White Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Wally Richardson,
Bill Wells,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Archie Shepp,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Pop Group,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Marmalade,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
48th St. Collective,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Iggy Pop,
JFA,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.