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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Accra.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 DeepChord presents Echospace to the techno 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 Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Stereo Dub,
Flipper,
Lower 48,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Isaac Hayes,
Essential Logic,
Rufus Thomas,
Bluetip,
Thee Headcoats,
48th St. Collective,
Roy Ayers,
Bad Manners,
Quantec,
Sun City Girls,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Jawbox,
The J.B.'s,
The Kinks,
Henry Cow,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gladiators,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Glambeats Corp.,
Technova,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Eric Copeland,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Spandau Ballet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Wally Richardson,
Nick Fraelich,
June Days,
Marvin Gaye,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Schoolly D,
Aswad,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ohio Players,
The Happenings,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
Junior Murvin,
Glenn Branca,
Bronski Beat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kaleidoscope,
Danielle Patucci,
Talk Talk,
Yusef Lateef,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.