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 Gambia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Massinfluence to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All The Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mary Jane Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Interpol,
Robert Wyatt,
Duran Duran,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Monks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Excepter,
Jeff Mills,
Quando Quango,
kango's stein massive,
Kerri Chandler,
Dennis Brown,
Eric Copeland,
Moby Grape,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ludus,
Young Marble Giants,
the Bar-Kays,
Johnny Clarke,
Kaleidoscope,
Whodini,
Black Sheep,
Drexciya,
Liliput,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Oneida,
Scott Walker,
Kurtis Blow,
The Leaves,
Depeche Mode,
Ultravox,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delta 5,
The Gladiators,
Visage,
Grauzone,
Throbbing Gristle,
John Foxx,
Lyres,
Dead Boys,
X-Ray Spex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jeff Lynne,
Slick Rick,
AZ,
Fear,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Y Pants,
Faraquet,
Brass Construction,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.