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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Robert Palmer 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 Pierre Henry to the crunk 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
the Slits,
Spoonie Gee,
Al Stewart,
James White and The Blacks,
Marvin Gaye,
Essential Logic,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Grey Daturas,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Toni Rubio,
The Black Dice,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Minnie Riperton,
Television,
Robert Hood,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter & Gordon,
Connie Case,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
Rhythm & Sound,
Dorothy Ashby,
Aural Exciters,
Alton Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
The Evens,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
Minny Pops,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Flipper,
Kurtis Blow,
Joy Division,
Niagra,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Barracudas,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Hashim,
the Sonics,
Matthew Bourne,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Crispy Ambulance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Soul II Soul,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.