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 Madagascar and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 808 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 Durutti Column to the rap 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rosa Yemen,
Rod Modell,
Porter Ricks,
The Modern Lovers,
John Holt,
The Wake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Robert Görl,
Main Source,
the Association,
Depeche Mode,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Wally Richardson,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Kerrie Biddell,
Ohio Players,
Deepchord,
Little Man,
The Knickerbockers,
Isaac Hayes,
Minny Pops,
David Axelrod,
The Litter,
Mars,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Terry,
Deadbeat,
Warsaw,
Marvin Gaye,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Stockholm Monsters,
Andrew Hill,
Sam Rivers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Gap Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tom Boy,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Aloha Tigers,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Albert Ayler,
Fear,
Zapp,
Eric Dolphy,
Bill Near,
Wasted Youth,
Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul, Soul II Soul.
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.