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 United Kingdom and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the grime 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Kool Moe Dee,
Easy Going,
Interpol,
Babytalk,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Idris Muhammad,
Q and Not U,
Shoche,
Matthew Halsall,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lower 48,
F. McDonald,
Jimmy McGriff,
Arab on Radar,
Soulsonic Force,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blossom Toes,
The Index,
Deakin,
New York Dolls,
Nas,
Dead Boys,
John Cale,
Stiv Bators,
The Misunderstood,
Morten Harket,
Clear Light,
Fluxion,
Outsiders,
The Dave Clark Five,
Livin' Joy,
Cluster,
Moebius,
Dorothy Ashby,
Fugazi,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Litter,
Ten City,
Jawbox,
Eric Copeland,
Stereo Dub,
The Real Kids,
The Zeros,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Offenders,
New Order,
Ituana,
Marc Almond,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Quadrant,
The Fugs,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Techniques,
Eyeless In Gaza,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish, Man Parrish.
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.