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 Kosovo and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 Accra and Hong Kong.
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 marimba 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Don Cherry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Sam Rivers,
Black Moon,
Brothers Johnson,
Excepter,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
The Kinks,
DNA,
Funkadelic,
The Neon Judgement,
Nils Olav,
Mark Hollis,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Au Pairs,
MC5,
Talk Talk,
Eve St. Jones,
Janne Schatter,
F. McDonald,
Camouflage,
KRS-One,
Sarah Menescal,
Kas Product,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Tres Demented,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dark Day,
Jacob Miller,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Robert Wyatt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
The Birthday Party,
Aaron Thompson,
Rufus Thomas,
Yaz,
Chris Corsano,
Brick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grauzone,
Section 25,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Schoolly D,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Sällskapet,
Pulsallama,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Monks,
Eli Mardock,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.