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 Maldives and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Gastr Del Sol to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Chris & Cosey,
Rakim,
Con Funk Shun,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Iggy Pop,
Outsiders,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Lyres,
Fort Wilson Riot,
PIL,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Dead C,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
James White and The Blacks,
Young Marble Giants,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mars,
Traffic Nightmare,
Yazoo,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Doors,
Vladislav Delay,
Kayak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rod Modell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Curtis Mayfield,
the Swans,
48th St. Collective,
Lalann,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Scott Walker,
Man Parrish,
The Leaves,
Schoolly D,
Nico,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
These Immortal Souls,
Bobby Byrd,
Lucky Dragons,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
The Music Machine,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Mandrill,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Beau Brummels,
The Last Poets,
The Grass Roots,
Cal Tjader,
Marmalade,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.