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 Austria and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Monks to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rod Modell 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 a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Suburban Knight,
Q65,
Althea and Donna,
Lower 48,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ituana,
A Certain Ratio,
X-Ray Spex,
Carl Craig,
Pulsallama,
Pylon,
The Five Americans,
Duran Duran,
Amazonics,
L. Decosne,
Kayak,
June of 44,
Davy DMX,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pantytec,
Index,
Grauzone,
Prince Buster,
The Kinks,
Symarip,
Gabor Szabo,
UT,
Donald Byrd,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Supertramp,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dead Boys,
Archie Shepp,
Throbbing Gristle,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Funky Four + One,
Jeff Mills,
Reuben Wilson,
Whodini,
The Real Kids,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Rites of Spring,
Eli Mardock,
Pussy Galore,
LL Cool J,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Wasted Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Tomorrow,
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.