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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 The Music Machine 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Starr record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Average White Band,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
Judy Mowatt,
Brick,
Soft Machine,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
Minutemen,
The Moody Blues,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Intrusion,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Zero Boys,
Pole,
EPMD,
John Coltrane,
The Grass Roots,
B.T. Express,
Jacob Miller,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Livin' Joy,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
Fad Gadget,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
The Gun Club,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doors,
Essential Logic,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-Ray Spex,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Aloha Tigers,
Brass Construction,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
Steve Hackett,
Tres Demented,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Von Mondo,
Panda Bear,
Ornette Coleman,
Electric Prunes,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.