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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Dead C to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Model 500,
The Kinks,
Robert Hood,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Todd Rundgren,
Pussy Galore,
Marvin Gaye,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang Starr,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Wake,
New York Dolls,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Electric Prunes,
Barrington Levy,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chrome,
Moss Icon,
Terrestrial Tones,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed,
Angry Samoans,
Rapeman,
Maurizio,
Television,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Maleditus Sound,
The Five Americans,
Black Sheep,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Royal Trux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Althea and Donna,
Henry Cow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Brass Construction,
Graham Central Station,
The Walker Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
the Swans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Stetsasonic,
Altered Images,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Scientists,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tommy Roe,
The Pretty Things,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Joensuu 1685,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.