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 Canada and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 synthesizer 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 EPMD to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bauhaus,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Subhumans,
Spoonie Gee,
The Fugs,
Joy Division,
L. Decosne,
Bobby Womack,
Ituana,
F. McDonald,
Brass Construction,
Black Bananas,
Oneida,
Aaron Thompson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Theoretical Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Niagra,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Pantaleimon,
Arthur Verocai,
Scrapy,
Gang Starr,
Traffic Nightmare,
cv313,
Radiohead,
The Blackbyrds,
Nils Olav,
The Associates,
The Happenings,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Skriet,
Ohio Players,
Dorothy Ashby,
Johnny Clarke,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Scott Walker,
The Mojo Men,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Matthew Bourne,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Idris Muhammad,
Joey Negro,
Robert Wyatt,
Sight & Sound,
Crime,
Symarip,
Suburban Knight,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron, Terror Squad Feat. Camron.
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.