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 Bangladesh and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 güiro 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 The Fortunes to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joensuu 1685. All the underground hits.
All The Knickerbockers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blake Baxter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Bobby Byrd,
Jeru the Damaja,
FM Einheit,
Little Man,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nik Kershaw,
Oneida,
B.T. Express,
The Sound,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Neu!,
Ossler,
The Mojo Men,
a-ha,
The Searchers,
Smog,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
ABBA,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Danielle Patucci,
Archie Shepp,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Techniques,
The Doors,
The Raincoats,
Hasil Adkins,
Supertramp,
The Velvet Underground,
Hardrive,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
The Count Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Deadbeat,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Zeros,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Japan,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Thee Headcoats,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Symarip,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suicide,
New Order,
The Saints,
Warren Ellis,
Crispian St. Peters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz, Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz.
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.