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 Cambodia and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar 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 Crime to the punk 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 Bobbi Humphrey. All the underground hits.
All DeepChord presents Echospace tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Todd Rundgren record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Chris Corsano,
Model 500,
Negative Approach,
Ken Boothe,
Boredoms,
Zero Boys,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Toni Rubio,
Motorama,
Banda Bassotti,
Royal Trux,
Subhumans,
F. McDonald,
Interpol,
Duran Duran,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare,
Oneida,
Wolf Eyes,
EPMD,
Rotary Connection,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Lakeside,
Hot Snakes,
Warren Ellis,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Matthew Halsall,
Faust,
Ultra Naté,
Basic Channel,
Oblivians,
Arthur Verocai,
Harry Pussy,
Index,
The Neon Judgement,
Drive Like Jehu,
New York Dolls,
The Barracudas,
Black Sheep,
The Divine Comedy,
Mr. Review,
Fad Gadget,
Aswad,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sight & Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.