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 Angola and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Quantec to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Barry Ungar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Pantytec,
a-ha,
The Martian,
Dual Sessions,
The Wake,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Golliwogs,
Kas Product,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Arab on Radar,
Moebius,
Rufus Thomas,
Letta Mbulu,
Joe Finger,
The Moleskins,
Second Layer,
Echospace,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Shoche,
Japan,
Maleditus Sound,
Al Stewart,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Black Pus,
Scott Walker,
The Names,
Popol Vuh,
Deepchord,
Khruangbin,
Ludus,
The Shadows of Knight,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
Bill Wells,
Swell Maps,
Can,
Minnie Riperton,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Danielle Patucci,
Vladislav Delay,
Essential Logic,
Faust,
The Misunderstood,
Ohio Players,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Coltrane,
the Association,
Clear Light,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Modern Lovers,
The Birthday Party,
the Human League,
Gabor Szabo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-101,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Albert Ayler,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.