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 and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962.
I was there at the first Guess Who show in Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 oboe 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 Frankie Knuckles to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Leonard Cohen 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jimmy McGriff,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kool Moe Dee,
Susan Cadogan,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Selecter,
Ossler,
Electric Prunes,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Drexciya,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Bluetip,
Circle Jerks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Buzzcocks,
Panda Bear,
The Smiths,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mary Jane Girls,
World's Most,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Anthony Braxton,
The Happenings,
Fat Boys,
Gastr Del Sol,
Mars,
Marvin Gaye,
Monolake,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Cluster,
The Gun Club,
Matthew Halsall,
Anakelly,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Kerri Chandler,
Hasil Adkins,
Grandmaster Flash,
Joe Finger,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
David Bowie,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scion,
R.M.O.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stereo Dub,
Y Pants,
Fugazi,
Surgeon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.