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 Monaco and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Dark Day to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
La Düsseldorf,
Gastr Del Sol,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Prince Buster,
Letta Mbulu,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Unrelated Segments,
Ken Boothe,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Blues Magoos,
The Sound,
Davy DMX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kas Product,
Sandy B,
DNA,
Essential Logic,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Names,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Big Daddy Kane,
Janne Schatter,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Los Fastidios,
Cameo,
PIL,
Eddi Front,
Circle Jerks,
The Velvet Underground,
Rufus Thomas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Agent Orange,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Christie,
Pylon,
The Knickerbockers,
Delon & Dalcan,
Kenny Larkin,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Hot Snakes,
Flash Fearless,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Alison Limerick,
LL Cool J,
Sixth Finger,
Marc Almond,
Peter and Kerry,
The Human League,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.