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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 sitar 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 Grandmaster Flash to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Talk Talk,
Donald Byrd,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jeff Lynne,
E-Dancer,
June of 44,
Quadrant,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Martian,
Mary Jane Girls,
Basic Channel,
Black Sheep,
Rosa Yemen,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Last Poets,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Modern Lovers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Gang Gang Dance,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Technova,
Hashim,
Con Funk Shun,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ludus,
Kurtis Blow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bush Tetras,
Alice Coltrane,
the Soft Cell,
The Tremeloes,
Skaos,
La Düsseldorf,
Shuggie Otis,
Ossler,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
The Moody Blues,
Eric B and Rakim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
New Order,
Section 25,
Erykah Badu,
Bad Manners,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Unwound,
Rapeman,
Kevin Saunderson,
Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
Camouflage,
Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne, Lindisfarne.
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.