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 China and from Shanghai.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the punk 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Amon Düül tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mission of Burma,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
The Offenders,
48th St. Collective,
Rufus Thomas,
The Walker Brothers,
10cc,
Jawbox,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dennis Brown,
Rosa Yemen,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
A Certain Ratio,
Magazine,
Crispian St. Peters,
Saccharine Trust,
Scott Walker,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Divine Comedy,
Juan Atkins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Alice Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Golliwogs,
Idris Muhammad,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Associates,
One Last Wish,
Hardrive,
Eurythmics,
Underground Resistance,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jeff Lynne,
Index,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Marshall Jefferson,
Parry Music,
Prince Buster,
Barbara Tucker,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
The Happenings,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Deepchord,
Anthony Braxton,
Andrew Hill,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.