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 Azerbaijan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Q and Not U record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camberwell Now,
Aural Exciters,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bauhaus,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Colin Newman,
Nick Fraelich,
Be Bop Deluxe,
David McCallum,
The Busters,
Nas,
The Gap Band,
Black Pus,
Pulsallama,
Cybotron,
Fugazi,
Liliput,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Camouflage,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Suicide,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fugs,
Bob Dylan,
Popol Vuh,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Malaria!,
the Human League,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Pagans,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Harpers Bizarre,
Model 500,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Swans,
Wings,
The Monochrome Set,
Throbbing Gristle,
Reagan Youth,
Lindisfarne,
Donald Byrd,
Skarface,
John Lydon,
Flipper,
Josef K,
The Knickerbockers,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.