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 Afghanistan and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The United States of America to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Crooked Eye,
Dual Sessions,
Ornette Coleman,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
One Last Wish,
Y Pants,
Smog,
The Selecter,
The Black Dice,
Flash Fearless,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Joe Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
The Moleskins,
The Music Machine,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Drexciya,
Spandau Ballet,
The Dirtbombs,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Names,
Minor Threat,
Danielle Patucci,
Erykah Badu,
The American Breed,
Wings,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
The Leaves,
Dawn Penn,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jimmy McGriff,
Rosa Yemen,
The Fugs,
Mad Mike,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Jeff Mills,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
L. Decosne,
Pierre Henry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bush Tetras,
Crispy Ambulance,
Motorama,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton, Minnie Riperton.
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.