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 Iran and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar 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 Fatback Band to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Cybotron. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pole 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Carl Craig record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Eyeless In Gaza,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
The Blackbyrds,
Derrick Morgan,
Fat Boys,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Finger,
Make Up,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Skriet,
Max Romeo,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dead Boys,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Gang Starr,
Iggy Pop,
Marvin Gaye,
Young Marble Giants,
Ornette Coleman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Shadows of Knight,
David Bowie,
Isaac Hayes,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Stooges,
Rapeman,
Main Source,
Brand Nubian,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Basic Channel,
Leonard Cohen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young,
K-Klass,
The Seeds,
Goldenarms,
Minny Pops,
Funkadelic,
The Smoke,
Soft Cell,
Black Moon,
Minnie Riperton,
Lucky Dragons,
Aural Exciters,
Rufus Thomas,
Khruangbin,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.