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 Moldova and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Zapp to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Eyeless In Gaza tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Y Pants,
Minnie Riperton,
EPMD,
Little Man,
Joey Negro,
The Black Dice,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
Mr. Review,
Q65,
The Skatalites,
Lalo Schifrin,
Howard Jones,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Jerry's Kids,
The Invisible,
Joy Division,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Moleskins,
Public Enemy,
Dark Day,
Moby Grape,
Von Mondo,
Khruangbin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Idris Muhammad,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sarah Menescal,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
Slave,
Nils Olav,
The Monochrome Set,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fortunes,
Prince Buster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nik Kershaw,
Boz Scaggs,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Schoolly D,
Colin Newman,
Kenny Larkin,
Tommy Roe,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Misunderstood,
Gong,
Skriet,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Barry Ungar,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.