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 Cape Verde and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
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 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 Holger Czukay 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 Barracudas 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Fort Wilson Riot,
F. McDonald,
DJ Sneak,
Delon & Dalcan,
June Days,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
PIL,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Excepter,
The Gories,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultra Naté,
Delta 5,
Sexual Harrassment,
Mars,
Dorothy Ashby,
Zero Boys,
Wally Richardson,
Subhumans,
AZ,
The Gap Band,
the Soft Cell,
E-Dancer,
Bauhaus,
Drexciya,
Gang Green,
The Litter,
The Music Machine,
Eve St. Jones,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Fear,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cecil Taylor,
Eric B and Rakim,
These Immortal Souls,
Bill Near,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Grass Roots,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nico,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Von Mondo,
Agent Orange,
Electric Prunes,
One Last Wish,
Kurtis Blow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quadrant,
Ten City,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.