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 New Zealand and from Columbus.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 Nico to the grime 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blues Magoos 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Los Fastidios,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Steve Hackett,
K-Klass,
Underground Resistance,
CMW,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Porter Ricks,
Tom Boy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
the Soft Cell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mandrill,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
The Doobie Brothers,
Television,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Ken Boothe,
Aswad,
Grauzone,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Ralphi Rosario,
David Bowie,
Nick Fraelich,
Lalo Schifrin,
kango's stein massive,
Barry Ungar,
The Searchers,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Ornette Coleman,
X-101,
Aural Exciters,
Rod Modell,
The Moleskins,
Bill Wells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Angry Samoans,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blackbyrds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Mad Mike,
Sonic Youth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.