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 United States and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Nas to the crunk 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marshall Jefferson,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Masters at Work,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Average White Band,
Bill Near,
The Move,
8 Eyed Spy,
10cc,
Marc Almond,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Alton Ellis,
The Gories,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Music Machine,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sugar Minott,
The Angels of Light,
The Neon Judgement,
DNA,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Warren Ellis,
Moby Grape,
Gang Green,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Josef K,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nils Olav,
Eurythmics,
Warsaw,
The Divine Comedy,
Cybotron,
Rosa Yemen,
Pole,
Soulsonic Force,
Surgeon,
Derrick Morgan,
Animal Collective,
Dawn Penn,
Matthew Bourne,
New York Dolls,
Man Eating Sloth,
Arthur Verocai,
Juan Atkins,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Walker Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aswad,
Section 25,
Fear,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Germs,
Von Mondo,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.