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 Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Slits 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 Fania All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Crime,
Public Enemy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
the Bar-Kays,
Boz Scaggs,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Toni Rubio,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Pretty Things,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Rosa Yemen,
B.T. Express,
Bush Tetras,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Ronan,
Bill Near,
Henry Cow,
Rhythm & Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Outsiders,
Erykah Badu,
Infiniti,
Joey Negro,
The Durutti Column,
Crash Course in Science,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
Shoche,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fat Boys,
Derrick Morgan,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Negative Approach,
Make Up,
Motorama,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chrome,
Jandek,
Depeche Mode,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.