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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Big Daddy Kane to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Johnny Osbourne. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord 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 oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lakeside,
Index,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Fortunes,
The Monks,
Wasted Youth,
Vladislav Delay,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eli Mardock,
Oneida,
Infiniti,
Tom Boy,
Nik Kershaw,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
The Dirtbombs,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Human League,
Davy DMX,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Country Teasers,
Urselle,
The Gladiators,
Janne Schatter,
CMW,
Jesper Dahlback,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Bobby Byrd,
Model 500,
Minutemen,
Fugazi,
The Walker Brothers,
Cameo,
Erykah Badu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blancmange,
10cc,
John Holt,
Section 25,
Brass Construction,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Flesh Eaters,
Outsiders,
Roxette,
The Young Rascals,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Five Americans,
Charles Mingus,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Eddi Front,
Masters at Work,
Jerry's Kids,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.