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 Calgary.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 David Bowie 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 Ronan 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 Thee Headcoats. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David Axelrod,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yazoo,
Gichy Dan,
The Tremeloes,
Scrapy,
Spoonie Gee,
The United States of America,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Misunderstood,
Rekid,
Grauzone,
Intrusion,
Radiohead,
The Dirtbombs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wire,
AZ,
New York Dolls,
Sonic Youth,
the Sonics,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
New Age Steppers,
Ituana,
Scientists,
the Fania All-Stars,
Thompson Twins,
The Real Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
June of 44,
These Immortal Souls,
Rhythm & Sound,
48th St. Collective,
The Fuzztones,
Newcleus,
Inner City,
Ohio Players,
Public Enemy,
Organ,
Barrington Levy,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Velvet Underground,
Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
John Lydon,
The Trojans,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Index,
Tim Buckley,
Godley & Creme,
Smog,
Morten Harket,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sandy B,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.