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 Nicaragua and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Minor Threat to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eurythmics. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
The Music Machine,
Adolescents,
Kool Moe Dee,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
Sandy B,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Durutti Column,
Sixth Finger,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scientists,
Can,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Tomorrow,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Cal Tjader,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Black Dice,
Sonic Youth,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Siglo XX,
Aaron Thompson,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
The Electric Prunes,
X-102,
Kurtis Blow,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Selecter,
Black Flag,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Velvet Underground,
Masters at Work,
June of 44,
Basic Channel,
The Buckinghams,
Rakim,
Black Sheep,
Lyres,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Busters,
The Fire Engines,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bobby Sherman,
the Association,
Rapeman,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Royal Trux,
Ossler,
Smog,
Davy DMX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lakeside,
The Dirtbombs,
The Beau Brummels,
Desert Stars,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.