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 Indonesia and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fatback Band to the rap 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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
David Axelrod,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jawbox,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moebius,
Janne Schatter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Joe Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Robert Görl,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Black Flag,
The Gap Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
Rotary Connection,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Fluxion,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Letta Mbulu,
Depeche Mode,
Shoche,
The Saints,
John Lydon,
These Immortal Souls,
Donny Hathaway,
Pantaleimon,
The Move,
Darondo,
Public Enemy,
Hot Snakes,
Amazonics,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Severed Heads,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Camouflage,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Suicide,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Iggy Pop,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Cal Tjader,
MC5,
Surgeon,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
The Leaves,
Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield, Curtis Mayfield.
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.