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 Austria and from Tehran.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Toronto.
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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Pantytec to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Carl Craig,
The Sonics,
Hashim,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Sexual Harrassment,
Minnie Riperton,
Scratch Acid,
Suburban Knight,
Alton Ellis,
LL Cool J,
Drexciya,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Matthew Halsall,
H. Thieme,
Girls At Our Best!,
Zapp,
The Trojans,
The Toasters,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Grass Roots,
John Coltrane,
Babytalk,
Charles Mingus,
Grandmaster Flash,
X-102,
Drive Like Jehu,
Black Pus,
Schoolly D,
Gang Starr,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Colin Newman,
Derrick Morgan,
Skarface,
Pierre Henry,
Connie Case,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nirvana,
The Gladiators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sex Pistols,
Eddi Front,
The Last Poets,
Zero Boys,
The Neon Judgement,
The Move,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
Swell Maps,
Fear,
Flipper,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Ituana,
Scion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Aural Exciters,
Black Bananas,
Symarip,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.