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 Sudan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Eddi Front 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Archie Shepp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Youth Brigade,
Los Fastidios,
Cybotron,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
the Swans,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
Neu!,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Shadows of Knight,
Unwound,
Rites of Spring,
The Last Poets,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Stiv Bators,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Fela Kuti,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Eurythmics,
Gil Scott Heron,
Rosa Yemen,
Young Marble Giants,
Ohio Players,
The Raincoats,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Pulsallama,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Index,
Eric Copeland,
Cecil Taylor,
Scan 7,
Franke,
Big Daddy Kane,
John Foxx,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bill Wells,
The New Christs,
Main Source,
Smog,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
DJ Sneak,
Stetsasonic,
Ice-T,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Talk Talk,
Brand Nubian,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
David McCallum,
Con Funk Shun,
Gichy Dan,
the Germs,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.