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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 theremin 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 Isaac Hayes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kenny Larkin 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marc Almond,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Donald Byrd,
Fat Boys,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
KRS-One,
Todd Terry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bill Near,
ABBA,
Fatback Band,
Reuben Wilson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Alice Coltrane,
Arab on Radar,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
John Cale,
Derrick May,
The Mojo Men,
Pussy Galore,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moss Icon,
The Toasters,
Little Man,
Stockholm Monsters,
June Days,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Royal Trux,
The Gladiators,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
Second Layer,
Brass Construction,
The Stooges,
Tommy Roe,
Barrington Levy,
Surgeon,
X-101,
The Real Kids,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Raincoats,
Robert Hood,
The Mummies,
Faraquet,
The Five Americans,
Siglo XX,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Index,
Quando Quango,
The Monochrome Set,
The Misunderstood,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.