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 Kuwait and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the funk 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Basic Channel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crash Course in Science,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mr. Review,
Bill Wells,
Model 500,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Aaron Thompson,
Sun City Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Von Mondo,
Rekid,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sparks,
Wolf Eyes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Warsaw,
Derrick May,
The Real Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Althea and Donna,
Excepter,
Rotary Connection,
Newcleus,
Lower 48,
Boz Scaggs,
Matthew Bourne,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Talk Talk,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Michelle Simonal,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric Copeland,
Deakin,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
Groovy Waters,
10cc,
Sun Ra,
EPMD,
The American Breed,
Avey Tare,
Slave,
Joe Smooth,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Shoche,
Lucky Dragons,
Schoolly D,
ABBA,
Chris Corsano,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
David Bowie,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.