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 India and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Scion to the funk 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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Sexual Harrassment,
Drexciya,
Basic Channel,
H. Thieme,
The Young Rascals,
Eurythmics,
DJ Sneak,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Gun Club,
The Electric Prunes,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Robert Wyatt,
The Skatalites,
Anthony Braxton,
kango's stein massive,
Eden Ahbez,
Crash Course in Science,
The Index,
Lyres,
Ultra Naté,
Pylon,
John Holt,
Laurel Aitken,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lou Reed,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Skaos,
Animal Collective,
The Monks,
Al Stewart,
Buzzcocks,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Terry Callier,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Los Fastidios,
Oblivians,
Kerri Chandler,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Fat Boys,
Flipper,
Stiv Bators,
Moby Grape,
Popol Vuh,
E-Dancer,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Barry Ungar,
Negative Approach,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Aloha Tigers,
Pussy Galore,
K-Klass,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Cale,
Prince Buster,
Crime,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.