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 Indonesia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nils Olav,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Pussy Galore,
Sugar Minott,
T.S.O.L.,
Dual Sessions,
Monolake,
Ice-T,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Soulsonic Force,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Wake,
X-Ray Spex,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mummies,
The Smoke,
Chris Corsano,
The Detroit Cobras,
Minnie Riperton,
James White and The Blacks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Curtis Mayfield,
Susan Cadogan,
Whodini,
Pulsallama,
Angry Samoans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Neon Judgement,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Blossom Toes,
Anthony Braxton,
Funkadelic,
Malaria!,
Mo-Dettes,
Cecil Taylor,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gories,
Eric Copeland,
Patti Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Cramps,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Derrick May,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jawbox,
Davy DMX,
Piero Umiliani,
kango's stein massive,
The Tremeloes,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.