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 Ivory Coast and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya 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 an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum 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 Red Krayola,
The Moleskins,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Skatalites,
Mars,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Vainqueur,
Kenny Larkin,
Andrew Hill,
Camouflage,
Janne Schatter,
Moebius,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pylon,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Knickerbockers,
Cheater Slicks,
Skriet,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
The Buckinghams,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sonic Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ken Boothe,
Yusef Lateef,
These Immortal Souls,
Ultravox,
Unrelated Segments,
Jesper Dahlback,
Public Enemy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rufus Thomas,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Music Machine,
the Swans,
Hardrive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sugar Minott,
Marmalade,
T. Rex,
The Modern Lovers,
Little Man,
Scan 7,
Wire,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
The Busters,
Silicon Teens,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
Zero Boys,
Unwound,
Bill Near,
Freddie Wadling,
Darondo,
Massinfluence,
Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee, Kool Moe Dee.
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.