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 Ghana and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Neil Young to the rap 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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Rufus Thomas,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Names,
Aloha Tigers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
Cybotron,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pagans,
Tomorrow,
The Pop Group,
Soft Cell,
Boogie Down Productions,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Brand Nubian,
The New Christs,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Alphaville,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ten City,
Reuben Wilson,
Soul II Soul,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Crime,
Howard Jones,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
DNA,
Amazonics,
The Toasters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Minny Pops,
Thee Headcoats,
Nils Olav,
Jacob Miller,
The Mummies,
Sonic Youth,
Ludus,
Mo-Dettes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eve St. Jones,
Visage,
Susan Cadogan,
Tubeway Army,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
Erasure,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.