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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Delhi.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Erykah Badu to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Neu! 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
In Retrospect,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Arab on Radar,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Donald Byrd,
Robert Görl,
Camouflage,
Mars,
The Move,
Mo-Dettes,
Altered Images,
Spandau Ballet,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Blackbyrds,
Swans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
The Red Krayola,
Oneida,
The Real Kids,
K-Klass,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jawbox,
Deepchord,
DJ Sneak,
Roxy Music,
Black Bananas,
Dark Day,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
Godley & Creme,
Rapeman,
EPMD,
48th St. Collective,
Suburban Knight,
Blossom Toes,
Hot Snakes,
Mission of Burma,
Minutemen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Black Sheep,
Todd Rundgren,
Stiv Bators,
Marmalade,
The Monochrome Set,
Morten Harket,
Monolake,
the Slits,
the Bar-Kays,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Metal Thangz,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.