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 Eritrea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Tokyo and Woodstock.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
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 Associates to the funk 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eric B and Rakim,
Monolake,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Fortunes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Erasure,
Interpol,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sisters of Mercy,
David Bowie,
Schoolly D,
John Foxx,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Quantec,
The Smiths,
Excepter,
The Angels of Light,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bauhaus,
The Red Krayola,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Vainqueur,
Wally Richardson,
The Count Five,
the Human League,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rufus Thomas,
Siglo XX,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Residents,
Theoretical Girls,
The Trojans,
Minutemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Five Americans,
The Sonics,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Green,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
Angry Samoans,
The Raincoats,
The Knickerbockers,
Youth Brigade,
Gong,
Von Mondo,
T. Rex,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Stereo Dub,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Organ,
Sun Ra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
KRS-One,
The Wake,
Oblivians,
The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites, The Skatalites.
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.