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 Haiti and from Lagos.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 K-Klass to the rap 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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rapeman,
Bobby Byrd,
Radiohead,
AZ,
Crash Course in Science,
Jacob Miller,
Qualms,
Althea and Donna,
Sixth Finger,
The Vogues,
Marvin Gaye,
Rod Modell,
Ultra Naté,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
X-101,
ABBA,
Das Ding,
Piero Umiliani,
Aural Exciters,
PIL,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Adolescents,
Soft Machine,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Mars,
Al Stewart,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Wings,
Robert Hood,
The Saints,
The Blackbyrds,
Idris Muhammad,
Joyce Sims,
The Litter,
the Association,
Ituana,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mr. Review,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Theoretical Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
R.M.O.,
The Grass Roots,
Intrusion,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rosa Yemen,
Dawn Penn,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.