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 Turkey and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 mellotron 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 D'Angelo to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Cluster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks 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 sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The Last Poets,
Ken Boothe,
Parry Music,
The Alarm Clocks,
La Düsseldorf,
Piero Umiliani,
Alton Ellis,
The Fortunes,
Spoonie Gee,
Procol Harum,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Supertramp,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Young Rascals,
Essential Logic,
Wings,
The Litter,
Barry Ungar,
Y Pants,
Average White Band,
Bobby Sherman,
Aloha Tigers,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
Section 25,
Maleditus Sound,
Joe Smooth,
The Fall,
X-102,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
David McCallum,
Icehouse,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Scion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sister Nancy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Carl Craig,
Kerri Chandler,
Whodini,
Lower 48,
The Misunderstood,
ABBA,
T.S.O.L.,
Barbara Tucker,
Delon & Dalcan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Royal Trux,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.