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 Antigua and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the grime 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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Gang Starr,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Axelrod,
Bootsy Collins,
Pierre Henry,
Country Teasers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Grey Daturas,
Yaz,
The American Breed,
DNA,
Scratch Acid,
Bill Near,
The J.B.'s,
Josef K,
Supertramp,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Excepter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Doors,
The Selecter,
Ultravox,
Agent Orange,
Robert Hood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Khruangbin,
The Walker Brothers,
Hardrive,
Blancmange,
Eddi Front,
Gerry Rafferty,
Todd Terry,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Second Layer,
Minnie Riperton,
Wire,
The Buckinghams,
Byron Stingily,
Glambeats Corp.,
Con Funk Shun,
Rosa Yemen,
Godley & Creme,
The Saints,
Idris Muhammad,
Smog,
Pagans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Make Up,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.