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 Ivory Coast and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cybotron to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Goldenarms 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
H. Thieme,
The Doors,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Hasil Adkins,
Inner City,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Ornette Coleman,
Arthur Verocai,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monks,
Delon & Dalcan,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
World's Most,
Easy Going,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Jawbox,
Oblivians,
Negative Approach,
Yazoo,
Graham Central Station,
The Move,
ABBA,
Con Funk Shun,
Scrapy,
KRS-One,
Glambeats Corp.,
Stereo Dub,
Quadrant,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camouflage,
Bootsy Collins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Stetsasonic,
The Selecter,
Urselle,
Scion,
the Fania All-Stars,
David McCallum,
Rod Modell,
A Certain Ratio,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pere Ubu,
Metal Thangz,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Gastr Del Sol,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.