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 Kiribati and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Michael McDonald 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 Last Poets to the electroclash 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rosa Yemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Black Sheep,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
Marine Girls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Misunderstood,
Black Pus,
Mo-Dettes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Seeds,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Massinfluence,
Animal Collective,
Eden Ahbez,
One Last Wish,
Infiniti,
Technova,
The Standells,
Iggy Pop,
Ituana,
Erykah Badu,
The Shadows of Knight,
Judy Mowatt,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang of Four,
Rotary Connection,
Lower 48,
Sam Rivers,
The Golliwogs,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Dawn Penn,
Organ,
Lindisfarne,
Alton Ellis,
T.S.O.L.,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Eric Copeland,
Amon Düül,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Negative Approach,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang Green,
Audionom,
Althea and Donna,
Schoolly D,
Fad Gadget,
Graham Central Station,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Rites of Spring,
The Fortunes,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.