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 Comoros and from Sao Paulo.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 chamberlin 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Manfred Mann's Earth Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New York Dolls,
Soul II Soul,
Sun Ra,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Hasil Adkins,
Ludus,
The Fortunes,
Nico,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Hoover,
Zero Boys,
Shuggie Otis,
Dennis Brown,
Sixth Finger,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Thee Headcoats,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jandek,
Moby Grape,
The Gories,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kool Moe Dee,
Fat Boys,
The American Breed,
Unwound,
Section 25,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Harpers Bizarre,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rakim,
Minnie Riperton,
Public Enemy,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sarah Menescal,
The Remains,
Pussy Galore,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Organ,
Brick,
Maurizio,
Tommy Roe,
The Zeros,
Bush Tetras,
The Victims,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Man Parrish,
R.M.O.,
Silicon Teens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Tim Buckley,
The Black Dice,
Audionom,
Sex Pistols,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.