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 Angola and from Houston.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the güiro 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 Lee Hazlewood to the jazz 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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Lakeside tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glenn Branca record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Zapp,
Brothers Johnson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobby Womack,
David Bowie,
Joe Smooth,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Angels of Light,
Moby Grape,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Qualms,
Neu!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
James White and The Blacks,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
the Fania All-Stars,
MC5,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Blackbyrds,
Stiv Bators,
Buzzcocks,
Gichy Dan,
Neil Young,
Tommy Roe,
Talk Talk,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
The Smoke,
The Gories,
The Gladiators,
the Swans,
Janne Schatter,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pussy Galore,
Kerrie Biddell,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Aswad,
Max Romeo,
Warren Ellis,
Davy DMX,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
The Real Kids,
DJ Style,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Rekid,
Erykah Badu,
Minny Pops,
Echospace,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deakin,
Morten Harket,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback 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.