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 Mexico and from Sao Paulo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Tom Boy to the dance 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All The Smoke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Zero Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Q and Not U,
Black Pus,
Los Fastidios,
Terry Callier,
This Heat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Gang of Four,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Walker Brothers,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Das Ding,
The Neon Judgement,
Marine Girls,
Infiniti,
Con Funk Shun,
The Durutti Column,
Suburban Knight,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Chrome,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Jerry's Kids,
Darondo,
John Lydon,
Wasted Youth,
Hot Snakes,
Model 500,
DJ Sneak,
The Beau Brummels,
the Germs,
Agent Orange,
Adolescents,
Eric Dolphy,
Ten City,
Von Mondo,
The Gladiators,
PIL,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Television,
Ice-T,
Chris & Cosey,
Laurel Aitken,
The Monochrome Set,
The Litter,
Q65,
Eden Ahbez,
Pole,
Ultra Naté,
Porter Ricks,
Echospace,
B.T. Express,
Popol Vuh,
the Swans,
The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men, The Mojo Men.
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.