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 Thailand and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Mumbai.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 Hot Snakes to the rock 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 Malaria!. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 sitar and an arpeggiator 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 harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Letta Mbulu,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Carl Craig,
Supertramp,
Eurythmics,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Barracudas,
Fugazi,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Newcleus,
Danielle Patucci,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Standells,
Ten City,
Donny Hathaway,
the Human League,
Max Romeo,
Underground Resistance,
Hashim,
Bluetip,
The Motions,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Wings,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Albert Ayler,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Seeds,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
X-Ray Spex,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magma,
Thompson Twins,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gang Starr,
Boogie Down Productions,
Flash Fearless,
Drive Like Jehu,
cv313,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Roy Ayers,
Echospace,
Neu!,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dead C,
Television,
The Wake,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Outsiders,
Brothers Johnson,
MDC,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.