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 El Salvador and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Index to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zeros. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sonny Sharrock,
Carl Craig,
Circle Jerks,
Joensuu 1685,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Seeds,
The Saints,
the Normal,
Television Personalities,
OOIOO,
The Busters,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Moebius,
The Zeros,
Neil Young,
The Happenings,
Darondo,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
F. McDonald,
Absolute Body Control,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ronan,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chrome,
Pagans,
The Index,
Maurizio,
Rites of Spring,
Funky Four + One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Neon Judgement,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Accadde A,
8 Eyed Spy,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
Tubeway Army,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Oneida,
Brass Construction,
Siglo XX,
Junior Murvin,
The Slackers,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Cybotron,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Aaron Thompson,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.