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 Afghanistan and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 Bad Manners to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Deepchord,
The Smoke,
The Fuzztones,
Robert Hood,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
John Cale,
Metal Thangz,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gabor Szabo,
Stereo Dub,
Desert Stars,
Rufus Thomas,
The Raincoats,
Donald Byrd,
Pagans,
Ludus,
The Modern Lovers,
Chris Corsano,
Donny Hathaway,
The Music Machine,
Gang Green,
Soul II Soul,
Suicide,
John Lydon,
the Bar-Kays,
Nico,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sister Nancy,
Lightning Bolt,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
Theoretical Girls,
the Association,
Rakim,
Deakin,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Toni Rubio,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Royal Trux,
Quando Quango,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
Mantronix,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott Heron,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.