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 Ireland and from Paris.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Houston.
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 Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the 808 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 Idris Muhammad to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Kenny Larkin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blackbyrds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nils Olav,
Albert Ayler,
Ituana,
Pere Ubu,
DNA,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Lower 48,
Al Stewart,
Bang On A Can,
Fela Kuti,
Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Rotary Connection,
Khruangbin,
Minutemen,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hot Snakes,
Skarface,
Country Teasers,
Crooked Eye,
The Pretty Things,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Happenings,
Second Layer,
The Beau Brummels,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bob Dylan,
Eric Dolphy,
Prince Buster,
Unwound,
Brick,
Marmalade,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerrie Biddell,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
John Holt,
Ken Boothe,
Kevin Saunderson,
Y Pants,
EPMD,
Duran Duran,
Japan,
The Gories,
LL Cool J,
The Neon Judgement,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.