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 Gambia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 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 LL Cool J to the disco 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
New Age Steppers,
Neu!,
Sugar Minott,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kurtis Blow,
Gregory Isaacs,
Max Romeo,
Absolute Body Control,
Reagan Youth,
Goldenarms,
Nas,
Sonny Sharrock,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
John Cale,
Intrusion,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Eddi Front,
Quadrant,
Television,
Agitation Free,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
The Monochrome Set,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Index,
Lyres,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Sheep,
Black Pus,
Porter Ricks,
Archie Shepp,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
The Evens,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Wire,
Funky Four + One,
China Crisis,
Glenn Branca,
Spandau Ballet,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra,
L. Decosne,
Barrington Levy,
Carl Craig,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.