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 Congo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Black Pus to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All cv313 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Piero Umiliani,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Last Poets,
Blancmange,
Rekid,
Marcia Griffiths,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gastr Del Sol,
Soulsonic Force,
The J.B.'s,
Jacques Brel,
Jacob Miller,
Deadbeat,
Sixth Finger,
Cymande,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Barracudas,
Reagan Youth,
Donny Hathaway,
Howard Jones,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Searchers,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
New York Dolls,
Archie Shepp,
The Cramps,
Whodini,
The Red Krayola,
EPMD,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Hasil Adkins,
Qualms,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Subhumans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sandy B,
Spoonie Gee,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Siglo XX,
In Retrospect,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Main Source,
Angry Samoans,
Nas,
Crash Course in Science,
Heaven 17,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.