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 Cambodia and from Mumbai.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 Bobby Byrd to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shuggie Otis. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Vogues,
T.S.O.L.,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Funky Four + One,
Todd Rundgren,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
EPMD,
LL Cool J,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
These Immortal Souls,
Fat Boys,
Lungfish,
Barry Ungar,
Dark Day,
cv313,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Niagra,
The Neon Judgement,
Cybotron,
Lou Reed,
The J.B.'s,
The Gories,
Inner City,
Make Up,
Crime,
Scion,
Masters at Work,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Byrd,
Y Pants,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Absolute Body Control,
Lindisfarne,
Cal Tjader,
Country Teasers,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
Roxy Music,
The Velvet Underground,
Franke,
DJ Sneak,
The Monks,
Eve St. Jones,
Monolake,
The Shadows of Knight,
Nas,
June Days,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jerry's Kids,
Sällskapet,
Susan Cadogan,
Eli Mardock,
Sam Rivers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Misunderstood,
Delon & Dalcan,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.