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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Reuben Wilson,
New Order,
the Fania All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eddi Front,
Nick Fraelich,
F. McDonald,
Gang of Four,
Ultra Naté,
the Germs,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Steve Hackett,
Rotary Connection,
EPMD,
Lou Reed,
Anakelly,
the Association,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Smooth,
Oneida,
Marvin Gaye,
Camberwell Now,
OOIOO,
Grauzone,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Maurizio,
Babytalk,
Althea and Donna,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
L. Decosne,
Q and Not U,
Tears for Fears,
Pagans,
Livin' Joy,
DJ Style,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Masters at Work,
The Velvet Underground,
Crispy Ambulance,
Juan Atkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Chrome,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
B.T. Express,
Stockholm Monsters,
Spoonie Gee,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers, The Searchers.
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.