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 Pakistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 Main Source to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lafayette Afro Rock Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The J.B.'s,
The Angels of Light,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
Boredoms,
Terrestrial Tones,
Qualms,
Accadde A,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Cameo,
Zapp,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Thompson Twins,
Matthew Bourne,
The New Christs,
Radiopuhelimet,
Average White Band,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
The Shadows of Knight,
Model 500,
Kerri Chandler,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Mills,
The Moody Blues,
Absolute Body Control,
Blancmange,
Skriet,
Cluster,
Joey Negro,
The Toasters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Inner City,
June of 44,
Marc Almond,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hasil Adkins,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sarah Menescal,
Scion,
Barry Ungar,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Crooked Eye,
Ten City,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radio Birdman,
Andrew Hill,
Technova,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.