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 Bahamas and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 June Days to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Talk Talk. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Star Department,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Eric B and Rakim,
Suicide,
Liliput,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
Gabor Szabo,
Fatback Band,
Ronan,
Nik Kershaw,
Malaria!,
D'Angelo,
Marmalade,
Porter Ricks,
Matthew Bourne,
Eve St. Jones,
The Wake,
Ken Boothe,
The Saints,
Maurizio,
Morten Harket,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Kenny Larkin,
Pantaleimon,
New Order,
Newcleus,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Martian,
Japan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Smiths,
The Music Machine,
Fluxion,
Sam Rivers,
Livin' Joy,
The Seeds,
Althea and Donna,
Bill Wells,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Essential Logic,
The Zeros,
Derrick May,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Zero Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marcia Griffiths,
Black Moon,
The Real Kids,
Brothers Johnson,
Colin Newman,
Panda Bear,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.