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 Morocco and from Hong Kong.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the crunk 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 Maleditus Sound. All the underground hits.
All Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sunsets and Hearts record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The Cramps,
Pantytec,
Ossler,
Bad Manners,
David Axelrod,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Saints,
Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Severed Heads,
Mantronix,
The Leaves,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rakim,
The Dead C,
Unrelated Segments,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bob Dylan,
Jeff Mills,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
Urselle,
LL Cool J,
Pagans,
Monolake,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Jimmy McGriff,
Spandau Ballet,
Nas,
Swell Maps,
Tomorrow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Organ,
Chris & Cosey,
Maurizio,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
the Sonics,
Visage,
Dark Day,
Erasure,
Brand Nubian,
Arcadia,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
Eric Copeland,
Nils Olav,
The Blackbyrds,
Lee Hazlewood,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids, The Real Kids.
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.