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 Chad and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Red Krayola to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Dual Sessions,
Man Eating Sloth,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Normal,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Blossom Toes,
Harmonia,
June of 44,
Khruangbin,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
Morten Harket,
Hardrive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Little Man,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rotary Connection,
The Electric Prunes,
DJ Style,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Steve Hackett,
Drexciya,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lucky Dragons,
Joey Negro,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Andrew Hill,
Bobby Womack,
The Motions,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
K-Klass,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Tears for Fears,
Bad Manners,
Faraquet,
Das Ding,
Goldenarms,
H. Thieme,
Don Cherry,
The Zeros,
Niagra,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television Personalities,
The Red Krayola,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pantaleimon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tres Demented,
Eric Dolphy,
Robert Hood,
Accadde A,
The Trojans,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.