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 Venezuela and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Aural Exciters to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Lindisfarne. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jawbox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
Fugazi,
Graham Central Station,
Connie Case,
Tres Demented,
The Star Department,
Motorama,
Susan Cadogan,
Ludus,
U.S. Maple,
Dead Boys,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Real Kids,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crash Course in Science,
Negative Approach,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
This Heat,
Porter Ricks,
Audionom,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Skriet,
Sarah Menescal,
The Last Poets,
Roy Ayers,
Tears for Fears,
Terrestrial Tones,
Television Personalities,
Gabor Szabo,
Black Moon,
The Buckinghams,
John Holt,
Funky Four + One,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
Ice-T,
OOIOO,
Reagan Youth,
Wire,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Red Krayola,
Jimmy McGriff,
Maurizio,
The Toasters,
Intrusion,
Derrick Morgan,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dawn Penn,
Beasts of Bourbon,
cv313,
Letta Mbulu,
The Pretty Things,
Rites of Spring,
Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan, Gichy Dan.
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.