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 Liberia and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Delhi.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Malaria! to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Ossler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Oblivians,
Malaria!,
The Real Kids,
the Bar-Kays,
Prince Buster,
Model 500,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minny Pops,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Los Fastidios,
Dark Day,
Desert Stars,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Simply Red,
The Toasters,
Robert Hood,
Shoche,
Tres Demented,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
The Gap Band,
The Slackers,
The Litter,
Von Mondo,
Section 25,
Lindisfarne,
Radiohead,
Dave Gahan,
Anthony Braxton,
The Smoke,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Outsiders,
Eric Dolphy,
cv313,
EPMD,
The Gun Club,
The Misunderstood,
John Holt,
Marvin Gaye,
The Invisible,
The Modern Lovers,
Charles Mingus,
Glambeats Corp.,
Minor Threat,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Erasure,
Byron Stingily,
Idris Muhammad,
The Shadows of Knight,
Curtis Mayfield,
Infiniti,
The United States of America,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rosa Yemen,
Boogie Down Productions,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.