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 Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 DNA to the rap 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric Copeland 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boogie Down Productions,
Half Japanese,
the Fania All-Stars,
Mantronix,
CMW,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ronan,
Altered Images,
Can,
The Techniques,
Aaron Thompson,
Whodini,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Angry Samoans,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
In Retrospect,
Lucky Dragons,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
48th St. Collective,
Colin Newman,
Oblivians,
David Axelrod,
Boredoms,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Chrome,
Terrestrial Tones,
the Soft Cell,
Kerri Chandler,
Infiniti,
Underground Resistance,
The New Christs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Livin' Joy,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
La Düsseldorf,
Organ,
Ronnie Foster,
John Cale,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jawbox,
The Mojo Men,
Babytalk,
These Immortal Souls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
June Days,
Todd Rundgren,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crime,
Alton Ellis,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.