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 Bhutan and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Dead C to the grunge 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ludus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Girls At Our Best!,
Deepchord,
Sexual Harrassment,
EPMD,
The Knickerbockers,
Alice Coltrane,
Skriet,
The Detroit Cobras,
Faust,
Goldenarms,
Stetsasonic,
Groovy Waters,
Panda Bear,
The Slits,
Gong,
The Count Five,
Bizarre Inc.,
Make Up,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nik Kershaw,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Vladislav Delay,
Sister Nancy,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
DJ Sneak,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Donny Hathaway,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Roxy Music,
Das Ding,
Marine Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Harry Pussy,
Minny Pops,
Black Pus,
John Cale,
Pole,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ten City,
Gang of Four,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Wolf Eyes,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Hoover,
Hashim,
48th St. Collective,
Fad Gadget,
Funky Four + One,
The Associates,
Rapeman,
Crime,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.