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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Deepchord to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Rosa Yemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Traffic Nightmare record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
The Walker Brothers,
Gang Gang Dance,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Oblivians,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
Alison Limerick,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Durutti Column,
The Residents,
Jandek,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Japan,
Kas Product,
Rotary Connection,
Yellowson,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
The Blackbyrds,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Electric Prunes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Public Image Ltd.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
The Moleskins,
Isaac Hayes,
Harmonia,
Lightning Bolt,
Spandau Ballet,
Ossler,
Eve St. Jones,
Mantronix,
Yaz,
Derrick May,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Electric Light Orchestra,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Simply Red,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Masters at Work,
Gang Starr,
Los Fastidios,
Roy Ayers,
The Velvet Underground,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Interpol,
Funky Four + One,
Ultra Naté,
Warsaw,
Metal Thangz,
Mo-Dettes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.