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 Sweden and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Hasil Adkins to the funk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Urselle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Gap Band,
Kas Product,
L. Decosne,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bill Near,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
R.M.O.,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lightning Bolt,
Ten City,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
The Motions,
Mars,
The Vogues,
Main Source,
Darondo,
Visage,
Dark Day,
AZ,
K-Klass,
Rod Modell,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Detroit Cobras,
Pylon,
Chrome,
Quadrant,
The Skatalites,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kayak,
Maleditus Sound,
Erykah Badu,
the Sonics,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Animal Collective,
Metal Thangz,
the Normal,
Excepter,
The Sound,
E-Dancer,
The Pop Group,
Half Japanese,
Magma,
Cal Tjader,
Dennis Brown,
Circle Jerks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Outsiders,
Subhumans,
Hardrive,
Lindisfarne,
The Red Krayola,
Ronnie Foster,
Boredoms,
Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions, Boogie Down Productions.
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.