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 Cameroon and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 synthesizer 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 Eric B and Rakim to the jazz 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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a It's A Beautiful Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Hardrive,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
PIL,
Hasil Adkins,
The Music Machine,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ten City,
Roy Ayers,
Can,
The Fall,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Don Cherry,
Circle Jerks,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Neil Young,
Flash Fearless,
Con Funk Shun,
Lower 48,
Skriet,
EPMD,
Royal Trux,
The Saints,
Theoretical Girls,
Mission of Burma,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Henry Cow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cecil Taylor,
Wasted Youth,
Bronski Beat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Althea and Donna,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Tomorrow,
Mo-Dettes,
Anakelly,
Aswad,
Terry Callier,
Deadbeat,
David Bowie,
48th St. Collective,
Deepchord,
The Techniques,
kango's stein massive,
Amon Düül,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Cowsills,
Pantaleimon,
Letta Mbulu,
Graham Central Station,
Sister Nancy,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
Joyce Sims,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.