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 Latvia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 Manila and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 June Days to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers Ubiquity tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Radio Birdman,
Eden Ahbez,
Mantronix,
Oneida,
Mandrill,
Au Pairs,
Nas,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Symarip,
Flash Fearless,
48th St. Collective,
Funkadelic,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Whodini,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Blues Magoos,
Skriet,
Erykah Badu,
Y Pants,
The Fugs,
The Monks,
Simply Red,
Royal Trux,
Animal Collective,
Marine Girls,
The Black Dice,
The Offenders,
Terry Callier,
Lebanon Hanover,
Moebius,
The Music Machine,
Dennis Brown,
Peter and Kerry,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
the Slits,
Scratch Acid,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Metal Thangz,
Model 500,
The Smiths,
Hardrive,
Japan,
Max Romeo,
Quadrant,
Yazoo,
China Crisis,
Technova,
The Wake,
The Victims,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Gabor Szabo,
Suicide,
The Beau Brummels,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth, Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth.
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.