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 Turkey and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 LL Cool J to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Oblivians tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Black Bananas,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Maleditus Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Soft Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
B.T. Express,
Gang of Four,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joyce Sims,
Rakim,
This Heat,
Pantaleimon,
Tom Boy,
Livin' Joy,
Joe Finger,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roy Ayers,
The Misunderstood,
Eden Ahbez,
Porter Ricks,
The J.B.'s,
Babytalk,
Bad Manners,
Warren Ellis,
Scott Walker,
Masters at Work,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roger Hodgson,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ice-T,
Quantec,
Warsaw,
T. Rex,
Bush Tetras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Outsiders,
Skaos,
Section 25,
Tres Demented,
Brass Construction,
Cal Tjader,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
DJ Style,
Lyres,
Qualms,
Crispy Ambulance,
Symarip,
Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk, Talk Talk.
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.