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 Senegal and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Schoolly D to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Judy Mowatt,
Peter and Kerry,
Oneida,
Scion,
DNA,
Rufus Thomas,
Harry Pussy,
Bang On A Can,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ponytail,
John Holt,
Camouflage,
Mars,
World's Most,
Jeff Mills,
MC5,
Moss Icon,
Ronan,
U.S. Maple,
Prince Buster,
The Durutti Column,
Inner City,
Slave,
The Birthday Party,
Technova,
The Dave Clark Five,
Agitation Free,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Bronski Beat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Joensuu 1685,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
Ituana,
Radiohead,
Brick,
Niagra,
Donald Byrd,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Wake,
Rosa Yemen,
The Moleskins,
The Slits,
Minutemen,
Surgeon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Star Department,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.