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 Guinea-Bissau and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Lou Reed 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Shoche record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun Ra,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
Mad Mike,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reuben Wilson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gichy Dan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
Amazonics,
New York Dolls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
X-Ray Spex,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Slackers,
The Doors,
Whodini,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Fugazi,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wally Richardson,
T.S.O.L.,
ABBA,
Quando Quango,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Y Pants,
Bluetip,
Television Personalities,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Infiniti,
Unwound,
Colin Newman,
Ponytail,
Danielle Patucci,
Parry Music,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Con Funk Shun,
Deadbeat,
The Gap Band,
The Fall,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
LL Cool J,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.