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 Honduras and from Calgary.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Kurtis Blow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharoah Sanders 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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 Martian,
Roy Ayers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Stooges,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Tropical Tobacco,
E-Dancer,
Hoover,
London Community Gospel Choir,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Theoretical Girls,
Ossler,
Visage,
Con Funk Shun,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
X-102,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dorothy Ashby,
Drexciya,
Lakeside,
Vainqueur,
Frankie Knuckles,
Dark Day,
Rhythm & Sound,
JFA,
The Fortunes,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
H. Thieme,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Black Moon,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Mad Mike,
Black Pus,
Scientists,
Patti Smith,
The Fugs,
Anthony Braxton,
Sister Nancy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The J.B.'s,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.