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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oneida,
Soft Machine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Howard Jones,
The Residents,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Misunderstood,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Black Pus,
Arthur Verocai,
John Cale,
The Smiths,
Moby Grape,
Camouflage,
Scientists,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Kurtis Blow,
The Velvet Underground,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed,
The Stooges,
Skarface,
Adolescents,
Funkadelic,
Public Enemy,
The Moleskins,
Neu!,
Lakeside,
Pussy Galore,
Joe Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Reuben Wilson,
Skaos,
Chris Corsano,
Accadde A,
Saccharine Trust,
The Invisible,
Kenny Larkin,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sixth Finger,
Ice-T,
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Gang Starr,
Cameo,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Bobby Womack,
Index,
The Slits,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Brass Construction,
Simply Red,
E-Dancer,
The Fall,
The Black Dice,
Zapp, Zapp, Zapp, Zapp.
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.