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 Estonia and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the güiro 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 Johnny Clarke to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker + Sunn O))) 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Cal Tjader,
Tears for Fears,
Section 25,
Al Stewart,
The Leaves,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson,
James White and The Blacks,
Brand Nubian,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Letta Mbulu,
Sam Rivers,
Robert Görl,
Scott Walker,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Slave,
Easy Going,
The New Christs,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
The Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scan 7,
Symarip,
Colin Newman,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
the Germs,
Parry Music,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultra Naté,
Isaac Hayes,
Cameo,
Pylon,
Scion,
Harry Pussy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jawbox,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Avey Tare,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Arthur Verocai,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Associates,
Pulsallama,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Lou Christie,
The Fortunes,
Technova,
Japan,
New York Dolls,
Buzzcocks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.