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 Iraq and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 organ 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ken Boothe,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
The Stooges,
The Human League,
Surgeon,
Idris Muhammad,
Little Man,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rosa Yemen,
Max Romeo,
Buzzcocks,
the Germs,
Neil Young,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jerry Gold Smith,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
Magma,
Circle Jerks,
The Smiths,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Duran Duran,
Johnny Clarke,
Jesper Dahlback,
ABBA,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Scan 7,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Raincoats,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lower 48,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Hashim,
Howard Jones,
Absolute Body Control,
Chrome,
Letta Mbulu,
Warsaw,
Moby Grape,
Black Sheep,
Gichy Dan,
The Gun Club,
Bobby Womack,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Monks,
AZ,
Ossler,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.