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 East Timor and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Joe Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a De La Soul & Jungle Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Second Layer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Residents,
Monolake,
The Names,
Depeche Mode,
Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Carl Craig,
Judy Mowatt,
Roxy Music,
David Bowie,
Mo-Dettes,
The Martian,
Country Teasers,
Fat Boys,
Average White Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Guru Guru,
cv313,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bill Wells,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Absolute Body Control,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
Blake Baxter,
Spoonie Gee,
KRS-One,
Black Pus,
Agent Orange,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Vogues,
Joe Smooth,
Sonic Youth,
The Slackers,
Agitation Free,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Frankie Knuckles,
Little Man,
Skriet,
Camberwell Now,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Masters at Work,
Pole,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Alphaville,
Eurythmics,
Fear,
Aloha Tigers,
World's Most,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.