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 Afghanistan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The Names to the jazz 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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Minnie Riperton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funkadelic,
Radio Birdman,
David McCallum,
UT,
Barrington Levy,
Massinfluence,
Todd Terry,
Negative Approach,
Fatback Band,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
Freddie Wadling,
Donny Hathaway,
Charles Mingus,
Adolescents,
Slick Rick,
Popol Vuh,
Ronnie Foster,
The Residents,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gladiators,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Gun Club,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sugar Minott,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Aswad,
Half Japanese,
Cal Tjader,
The Cowsills,
Throbbing Gristle,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joensuu 1685,
Sister Nancy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Blues Magoos,
Cluster,
X-102,
Yusef Lateef,
Susan Cadogan,
Mandrill,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Faust,
Moebius,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
EPMD,
Joey Negro,
The Cramps,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
The Doors,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.