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 United States and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band to the grime 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All The Misunderstood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anthony Braxton,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Zapp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bob Dylan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
The Star Department,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
Gang Green,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Sister Nancy,
Thompson Twins,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Selecter,
Jeff Lynne,
Man Parrish,
The Neon Judgement,
Scratch Acid,
Delta 5,
The Monks,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Bang On A Can,
Lightning Bolt,
Bronski Beat,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harpers Bizarre,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Beasts of Bourbon,
AZ,
The Move,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Evens,
Gil Scott Heron,
Q65,
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Pulsallama,
Stereo Dub,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Laurel Aitken,
Dark Day,
Young Marble Giants,
The Young Rascals,
Fatback Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.