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 Taiwan and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Slick Rick to the disco 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Second Layer,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Television Personalities,
Nik Kershaw,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Zapp,
The Moody Blues,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Khruangbin,
Anthony Braxton,
Drexciya,
Whodini,
Quantec,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Youth Brigade,
Pantaleimon,
Altered Images,
The Cowsills,
The Moleskins,
Can,
Reuben Wilson,
Minutemen,
Pharoah Sanders,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Aloha Tigers,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gun Club,
The Angels of Light,
Cameo,
The Last Poets,
The Human League,
Black Bananas,
Joy Division,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Slave,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Graham Central Station,
Von Mondo,
Chris Corsano,
Johnny Osbourne,
Magma,
Surgeon,
Lou Reed,
In Retrospect,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Fortunes,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
Panda Bear,
Boredoms,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.