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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 rhodes 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 X-102 to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fugazi,
Lyres,
Blake Baxter,
Amon Düül,
The Names,
Con Funk Shun,
Yusef Lateef,
Yazoo,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Gories,
Boogie Down Productions,
Charles Mingus,
The Monks,
Brothers Johnson,
Von Mondo,
Amon Düül II,
The Last Poets,
Harry Pussy,
Sandy B,
Goldenarms,
Popol Vuh,
La Düsseldorf,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Real Kids,
Black Moon,
Scion,
Section 25,
David Axelrod,
Cluster,
Zero Boys,
Qualms,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Half Japanese,
The Young Rascals,
R.M.O.,
In Retrospect,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
the Sonics,
Joy Division,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Slick Rick,
One Last Wish,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
Cameo,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
kango's stein massive,
John Coltrane,
U.S. Maple,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.