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 Taipei.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 marimba 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 Big Daddy Kane to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Flash Fearless tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Brick,
Alton Ellis,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
the Slits,
Fad Gadget,
Bootsy Collins,
The Last Poets,
Gang Green,
The Real Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Derrick May,
Pylon,
Youth Brigade,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dead Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Duran Duran,
Procol Harum,
Alison Limerick,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Flash Fearless,
Black Bananas,
Fluxion,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pole,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joyce Sims,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Carl Craig,
Avey Tare,
DJ Sneak,
KRS-One,
Cymande,
Banda Bassotti,
Michelle Simonal,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Severed Heads,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
the Sonics,
Wally Richardson,
Rakim,
Urselle,
Surgeon,
Qualms,
June Days,
Swans,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
the Human League,
Gang Starr,
Sonny Sharrock,
Malaria!,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.