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 Estonia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Busters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Amazonics,
Sparks,
Arcadia,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Supertramp,
Tim Buckley,
Graham Central Station,
Black Pus,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Desert Stars,
Todd Rundgren,
The Dirtbombs,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Todd Terry,
Bill Near,
Reuben Wilson,
The Fuzztones,
Grey Daturas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Alice Coltrane,
Moss Icon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Andrew Hill,
Icehouse,
Gabor Szabo,
Joey Negro,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Grandmaster Flash,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fugazi,
Intrusion,
Anakelly,
Frankie Knuckles,
China Crisis,
Cecil Taylor,
Subhumans,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Mojo Men,
The Associates,
Absolute Body Control,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Crooked Eye,
Vladislav Delay,
Drexciya,
Bill Wells,
Simply Red,
Darondo,
The Fire Engines,
Duran Duran,
The Last Poets,
The Smoke,
Motorama,
Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson, Marshall Jefferson.
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.