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 Togo and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Gastr Del Sol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Birthday Party 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funky Four + One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Jacques Brel,
The Blues Magoos,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Derrick Morgan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Hoover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pet Shop Boys,
Whodini,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
CMW,
Lalann,
In Retrospect,
Boogie Down Productions,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Pretty Things,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wings,
Dennis Brown,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Subhumans,
Black Bananas,
Fela Kuti,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Qualms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
The Kinks,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Durutti Column,
The J.B.'s,
the Normal,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Das Ding,
Derrick May,
Curtis Mayfield,
Eric Copeland,
The Martian,
Mantronix,
Fear,
David Bowie,
Unwound,
Pagans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Starr,
The Gun Club,
Little Man,
R.M.O.,
The Moody Blues,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.