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 Comoros and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 David Bowie 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 June of 44 to the crunk 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Kinks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bluetip,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aloha Tigers,
Pagans,
Lindisfarne,
Black Moon,
Make Up,
Danielle Patucci,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos,
Black Pus,
The Velvet Underground,
Kaleidoscope,
K-Klass,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Procol Harum,
Robert Wyatt,
The Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
The Young Rascals,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
These Immortal Souls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Harry Pussy,
Ornette Coleman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crooked Eye,
Tomorrow,
Lou Reed,
Grey Daturas,
Vladislav Delay,
AZ,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
The Residents,
Eric Copeland,
Niagra,
The Dirtbombs,
Howard Jones,
Intrusion,
Man Eating Sloth,
Liliput,
Pere Ubu,
Stereo Dub,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Motorama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Prunes,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
Hashim, Hashim, Hashim, Hashim.
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.