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 South Africa and from Shanghai.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Pussy Galore to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Busters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Sonics,
The Kinks,
Groovy Waters,
the Bar-Kays,
Bizarre Inc.,
Guru Guru,
Flipper,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lou Christie,
Whodini,
Matthew Halsall,
Tim Buckley,
Rapeman,
Lindisfarne,
Suicide,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Little Man,
Amon Düül,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
Clear Light,
Marine Girls,
Brick,
10cc,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aloha Tigers,
Chrome,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Technova,
Maurizio,
Pierre Henry,
The Techniques,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Pus,
Intrusion,
Bootsy Collins,
Byron Stingily,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang of Four,
The Real Kids,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fire Engines,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Toni Rubio,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Talk Talk,
Swans,
The Evens,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yusef Lateef,
Audionom,
X-101,
Lalo Schifrin,
Malaria!,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Black Dice,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.