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 Liberia and from Stockholm.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Skaos,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Young Rascals,
The Angels of Light,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Trumans Water,
Maurizio,
Smog,
Anakelly,
Brass Construction,
Nick Fraelich,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bob Dylan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joey Negro,
The Gap Band,
The Monochrome Set,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
Nik Kershaw,
Joyce Sims,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Carl Craig,
Bill Near,
Dawn Penn,
Max Romeo,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
The Saints,
Sexual Harrassment,
UT,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Technova,
The Fugs,
The Offenders,
The Sonics,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Slackers,
The Detroit Cobras,
LL Cool J,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Agitation Free,
Morten Harket,
DJ Sneak,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eli Mardock,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.