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 Cambodia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Ronnie Foster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
David Bowie,
Parry Music,
The Busters,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Bootsy Collins,
Funky Four + One,
The Remains,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Organ,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sonic Youth,
Television,
Sparks,
Visage,
Dark Day,
The Angels of Light,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camouflage,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faust,
Vainqueur,
Mad Mike,
Siglo XX,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jawbox,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lower 48,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Agent Orange,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Smiths,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lucky Dragons,
the Slits,
The Associates,
Basic Channel,
Lalo Schifrin,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.