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 Dominican Republic and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 rhodes 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 Gang Green to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Flamin' Groovies. All the underground hits.
All Neu! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Boogie Down Productions,
Henry Cow,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
DNA,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oblivians,
Q and Not U,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
The Black Dice,
Chris & Cosey,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams,
Idris Muhammad,
Buzzcocks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
The Monks,
Gong,
Glambeats Corp.,
Joey Negro,
Roger Hodgson,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Barrington Levy,
Robert Hood,
Piero Umiliani,
Funky Four + One,
Moebius,
Black Moon,
Panda Bear,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Gladiators,
Ohio Players,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Vainqueur,
Scrapy,
John Coltrane,
The Sonics,
The Electric Prunes,
Skarface,
Maleditus Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Radio Birdman,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Gories,
Jeru the Damaja,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Public Enemy,
Scan 7,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
The Smoke,
Kurtis Blow,
Main Source,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.