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 Finland and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Beijing.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 the Fania All-Stars to the grime 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 Chris Corsano. All the underground hits.
All Bronski Beat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Axelrod record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Newcleus,
Absolute Body Control,
Faust,
Nas,
Judy Mowatt,
The Residents,
Can,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gang Starr,
Q and Not U,
Amon Düül II,
The Black Dice,
New Age Steppers,
Lou Christie,
Suicide,
Ronan,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
Pole,
John Holt,
Agent Orange,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Trumans Water,
Rosa Yemen,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Colin Newman,
Don Cherry,
Scratch Acid,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Patti Smith,
Monolake,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Near,
Ornette Coleman,
Animal Collective,
Babytalk,
Terry Callier,
Jimmy McGriff,
Harmonia,
Sonic Youth,
David Axelrod,
Gabor Szabo,
Ten City,
cv313,
Spandau Ballet,
Rhythm & Sound,
Slave,
Basic Channel,
Brand Nubian,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
48th St. Collective,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The New Christs,
Godley & Creme,
Funky Four + One,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.