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 Kazakhstan and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sly & The Family Stone. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Slave,
Model 500,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kool Moe Dee,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
World's Most,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Eurythmics,
The American Breed,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Todd Rundgren,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Michelle Simonal,
Junior Murvin,
Pylon,
Country Teasers,
Matthew Bourne,
Duran Duran,
Con Funk Shun,
Reuben Wilson,
Kas Product,
Charles Mingus,
Stetsasonic,
Dorothy Ashby,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Lalo Schifrin,
Masters at Work,
The Invisible,
Barbara Tucker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ohio Players,
Marine Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Roxy Music,
the Slits,
Maurizio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Avey Tare,
Girls At Our Best!,
Loose Ends,
Jeff Lynne,
Urselle,
Cheater Slicks,
Connie Case,
Heaven 17,
Brass Construction,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Circle Jerks,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sonic Youth,
Agitation Free,
Khruangbin,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.