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 Czech Republic and from Johannesburg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 snare 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Silicon Teens. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Roy Ayers,
Fela Kuti,
Erasure,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Buckinghams,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
Oblivians,
Urselle,
Yellowson,
Franke,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Slick Rick,
The Monochrome Set,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Index,
Reagan Youth,
Siglo XX,
Danielle Patucci,
Accadde A,
Lungfish,
Fear,
Gregory Isaacs,
Grey Daturas,
Main Source,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Minor Threat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Star Department,
Lalo Schifrin,
L. Decosne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Delta 5,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sound,
Moebius,
OOIOO,
Rapeman,
The Slackers,
Eden Ahbez,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cheater Slicks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Drexciya,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
Crispian St. Peters,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.