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 Fiji and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T.S.O.L. to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Davy DMX. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Absolute Body Control 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Knickerbockers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
World's Most,
Patti Smith,
Oblivians,
Drexciya,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joe Smooth,
Lou Reed,
Cecil Taylor,
Scientists,
The Fuzztones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James White and The Blacks,
The Velvet Underground,
The Trojans,
Shoche,
The Blues Magoos,
Marshall Jefferson,
Urselle,
Bill Near,
Delon & Dalcan,
Porter Ricks,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Blackbyrds,
Joyce Sims,
Lalo Schifrin,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lalann,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Swans,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
EPMD,
Matthew Bourne,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Joensuu 1685,
Tim Buckley,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
The J.B.'s,
Young Marble Giants,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Loose Ends,
Make Up,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Gang Green,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Glenn Branca,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.