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 Maldives and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the 808 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 Bill Wells to the crunk 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Stooges,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The American Breed,
The Misunderstood,
The Barracudas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sällskapet,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pylon,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Doors,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultravox,
Fela Kuti,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monochrome Set,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Seeds,
Kerrie Biddell,
John Cale,
The Blues Magoos,
Robert Görl,
Derrick May,
Faust,
Groovy Waters,
Joe Finger,
F. McDonald,
The Fortunes,
Outsiders,
Simply Red,
Rapeman,
The Electric Prunes,
The Toasters,
Cluster,
Smog,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Dark Day,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
MDC,
Kas Product,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Kinks,
Sam Rivers,
Altered Images,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Television Personalities,
Black Flag,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Neu!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Warsaw,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.