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 Afghanistan and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Curtis Mayfield to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Fugazi,
The Smiths,
Aural Exciters,
Royal Trux,
R.M.O.,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
B.T. Express,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Index,
Swell Maps,
The Stooges,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
Minutemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Monolake,
Matthew Bourne,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Dennis Brown,
Barbara Tucker,
Animal Collective,
Ultravox,
U.S. Maple,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Hasil Adkins,
The Techniques,
Marcia Griffiths,
Roxette,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
The Standells,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Warren Ellis,
Junior Murvin,
Lucky Dragons,
Lebanon Hanover,
Half Japanese,
Iggy Pop,
Slick Rick,
H. Thieme,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Panda Bear,
Bob Dylan,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
DJ Sneak,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.