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 Vanuatu and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Hashim to the punk 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 Archie Shepp. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Green 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Groovy Waters,
Danielle Patucci,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Stereo Dub,
Marine Girls,
Thompson Twins,
Pharoah Sanders,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marc Almond,
Ronnie Foster,
Camberwell Now,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Terry,
K-Klass,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Minutemen,
Jacob Miller,
Harry Pussy,
Audionom,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Monochrome Set,
Vainqueur,
Josef K,
Deepchord,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
the Human League,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
New York Dolls,
AZ,
Ice-T,
Sparks,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Simply Red,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bobby Womack,
Dual Sessions,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Piero Umiliani,
Blancmange,
Icehouse,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain, The Jesus and Mary Chain.
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.