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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 808 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 Crispian St. Peters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sonics. All the underground hits.
All The Buckinghams tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Urselle,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
DNA,
Idris Muhammad,
Outsiders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ohio Players,
Unrelated Segments,
Pantaleimon,
The Wake,
The Monochrome Set,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Sonic Youth,
Flipper,
Barrington Levy,
The Modern Lovers,
Mark Hollis,
Newcleus,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
World's Most,
Saccharine Trust,
Niagra,
Dual Sessions,
Yellowson,
CMW,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Michelle Simonal,
Prince Buster,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Chris & Cosey,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Cluster,
the Fania All-Stars,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tubeway Army,
Wolf Eyes,
The Divine Comedy,
Mad Mike,
Faraquet,
Amon Düül II,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Darondo,
The Dead C,
Kenny Larkin,
Ultravox,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
Shuggie Otis,
Vainqueur,
Ronan,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Black Sheep,
Livin' Joy,
Crime,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Arab on Radar,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.