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 Albania and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
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 808 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Black Sheep tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Kas Product,
Joe Smooth,
Swans,
Brick,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun City Girls,
Ohio Players,
Vladislav Delay,
X-102,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sixth Finger,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Popol Vuh,
The Names,
Magma,
New Order,
Mary Jane Girls,
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
The Sound,
Donny Hathaway,
Talk Talk,
Howard Jones,
Metal Thangz,
Funkadelic,
Mantronix,
Deakin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Gories,
Ultimate Spinach,
Inner City,
The Smoke,
D'Angelo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jawbox,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bush Tetras,
Harpers Bizarre,
the Normal,
Alphaville,
JFA,
Amon Düül,
One Last Wish,
John Coltrane,
E-Dancer,
The Zeros,
Nico,
Yazoo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Second Layer,
Skaos,
The Fuzztones,
48th St. Collective,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Delta 5,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines, Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines.
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.