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 Hungary and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Hoover to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kaleidoscope,
Babytalk,
Radiohead,
June of 44,
Accadde A,
Donald Byrd,
Heaven 17,
Whodini,
The Kinks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sixth Finger,
MC5,
Pagans,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mars,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
David McCallum,
Patti Smith,
New Order,
Lower 48,
Joyce Sims,
Harpers Bizarre,
Can,
Eddi Front,
Slick Rick,
Moebius,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Drexciya,
Scientists,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Ultra Naté,
Gang Gang Dance,
Roxette,
The United States of America,
Y Pants,
Stereo Dub,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Mojo Men,
Johnny Clarke,
the Soft Cell,
Wire,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Mandrill,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
Arcadia,
The Moleskins,
Shoche,
The Smoke,
Deepchord,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.