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 Argentina and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Second Layer to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Severed Heads record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Index,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Man Eating Sloth,
EPMD,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Warsaw,
Anthony Braxton,
Carl Craig,
Make Up,
Deepchord,
Eddi Front,
Mad Mike,
Brass Construction,
Lebanon Hanover,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sight & Sound,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Cure,
Q and Not U,
Vainqueur,
Erykah Badu,
Pagans,
Chris Corsano,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
China Crisis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Chrome,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sparks,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Rundgren,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tres Demented,
Dead Boys,
Ronan,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Sam Rivers,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Essential Logic,
Judy Mowatt,
Lungfish,
The Victims,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The J.B.'s,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.