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 France and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Nirvana to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marshall Jefferson. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Bob Dylan,
Kas Product,
Q65,
Ponytail,
The Gories,
Royal Trux,
DJ Sneak,
Swell Maps,
Soulsonic Force,
Anthony Braxton,
Sonic Youth,
The Saints,
Avey Tare,
Little Man,
Morten Harket,
Sällskapet,
Infiniti,
Patti Smith,
Lyres,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eden Ahbez,
Cluster,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Organ,
Lightning Bolt,
Dawn Penn,
Surgeon,
Nas,
Barrington Levy,
H. Thieme,
Barbara Tucker,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Star Department,
Stereo Dub,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Simply Red,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Second Layer,
Delta 5,
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Terry,
Alison Limerick,
Bootsy Collins,
Basic Channel,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Martian,
Althea and Donna,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Halsall,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.