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 Solomon Islands and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 sitar 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin 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?
Joe Smooth,
Yellowson,
Scion,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jawbox,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scientists,
Eden Ahbez,
R.M.O.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bill Near,
Khruangbin,
Mad Mike,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Kerri Chandler,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mary Jane Girls,
Skriet,
Ossler,
Trumans Water,
The J.B.'s,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
FM Einheit,
Danielle Patucci,
Half Japanese,
Gichy Dan,
The Fortunes,
The Raincoats,
Josef K,
The Buckinghams,
Crime,
Janne Schatter,
The Knickerbockers,
Reuben Wilson,
Television Personalities,
Letta Mbulu,
Lucky Dragons,
Cybotron,
Babytalk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Desert Stars,
Chris Corsano,
The Searchers,
Yusef Lateef,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
The Young Rascals,
Gang of Four,
Thompson Twins,
Hoover,
Ronan,
Robert Görl,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
Von Mondo,
Siglo XX,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
The Slits, The Slits, The Slits, The Slits.
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.