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 Monaco and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Beasts of Bourbon to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Peter & Gordon,
Janne Schatter,
Hot Snakes,
Aaron Thompson,
The Wake,
Albert Ayler,
Ponytail,
DJ Sneak,
Au Pairs,
FM Einheit,
Siglo XX,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Tomorrow,
The Black Dice,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
Eric B and Rakim,
Basic Channel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jeff Mills,
Arthur Verocai,
Minny Pops,
B.T. Express,
Jandek,
Alphaville,
Tropical Tobacco,
Average White Band,
Eli Mardock,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Symarip,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bad Manners,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Anthony Braxton,
Underground Resistance,
Procol Harum,
Yellowson,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Popol Vuh,
Prince Buster,
The J.B.'s,
Quando Quango,
Kerri Chandler,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Spoonie Gee,
Roy Ayers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Public Image Ltd.,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.