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 Switzerland and from Copenhagen.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 the Bar-Kays to the crunk 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 Outsiders. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Accadde A,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Fatback Band,
48th St. Collective,
Ponytail,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Eating Sloth,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Con Funk Shun,
Flash Fearless,
Second Layer,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pantaleimon,
The Motions,
Sound Behaviour,
Thee Headcoats,
Minor Threat,
Sarah Menescal,
Rufus Thomas,
Drive Like Jehu,
John Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Brand Nubian,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Aloha Tigers,
Lungfish,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Goldenarms,
Silicon Teens,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gabor Szabo,
The Busters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Absolute Body Control,
Kaleidoscope,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
B.T. Express,
Gastr Del Sol,
David McCallum,
The Index,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Slave,
The Associates,
Isaac Hayes,
The Five Americans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalann,
Underground Resistance,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.