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 Rwanda and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Ajijia Myrayebe to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marc Almond 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
Sam Rivers,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Vogues,
Altered Images,
Surgeon,
Eden Ahbez,
Eric B and Rakim,
Black Moon,
Pole,
Dennis Brown,
Matthew Bourne,
Essential Logic,
Cybotron,
The New Christs,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Letta Mbulu,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Fugazi,
Neil Young,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cameo,
L. Decosne,
Bizarre Inc.,
Joyce Sims,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Trumans Water,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Robert Görl,
Circle Jerks,
Warsaw,
Bluetip,
Pere Ubu,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
Drexciya,
Motorama,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Reuben Wilson,
The Index,
John Cale,
Shoche,
Mary Jane Girls,
F. McDonald,
Deadbeat,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.