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 Equatorial Guinea and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Marvin Gaye to the techno 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 Suburban Knight. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Hasil Adkins,
Bush Tetras,
Davy DMX,
E-Dancer,
Severed Heads,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Crash Course in Science,
OOIOO,
The Dead C,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
DNA,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Dead Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Young Rascals,
Index,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Juan Atkins,
Maleditus Sound,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pantytec,
Joy Division,
Curtis Mayfield,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Grandmaster Flash,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Mojo Men,
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Heaven 17,
Carl Craig,
LL Cool J,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scott Walker,
John Cale,
The Monochrome Set,
CMW,
Black Bananas,
Kayak,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Rosa Yemen,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Bluetip,
Crispian St. Peters,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.