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 Barbados and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 X-102 to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Standells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
OOIOO,
Lakeside,
Japan,
Kenny Larkin,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Lee Hazlewood,
Cluster,
Rod Modell,
Pussy Galore,
Leonard Cohen,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gang of Four,
Saccharine Trust,
the Human League,
The Remains,
Swell Maps,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Monochrome Set,
Motorama,
Essential Logic,
Nils Olav,
Joe Smooth,
Henry Cow,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unrelated Segments,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jerry Gold Smith,
In Retrospect,
The Red Krayola,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
T.S.O.L.,
Severed Heads,
Wolf Eyes,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
Eric Copeland,
Second Layer,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Isaac Hayes,
The Fire Engines,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Nico,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Nas,
Junior Murvin,
Drexciya,
Moss Icon,
Bush Tetras,
The Zeros,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.