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 Israel and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 harpsichord 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 Kerri Chandler to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kool Moe Dee,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tim Buckley,
The Kinks,
Subhumans,
The Neon Judgement,
Minny Pops,
Scan 7,
One Last Wish,
Kevin Saunderson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerri Chandler,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang of Four,
Dorothy Ashby,
Alison Limerick,
Tom Boy,
Aaron Thompson,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Grass Roots,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Eurythmics,
Tommy Roe,
New Age Steppers,
Junior Murvin,
the Association,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rekid,
Fatback Band,
Black Flag,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
10cc,
Loose Ends,
Gang Green,
Section 25,
Barry Ungar,
New Order,
Parry Music,
Nico,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Donald Byrd,
Brothers Johnson,
Grauzone,
Swell Maps,
Archie Shepp,
Dual Sessions,
Chrome,
The Cowsills,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.