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 Oman and from Portland.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
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 808 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Move,
Juan Atkins,
Reagan Youth,
Derrick May,
Suicide,
Marshall Jefferson,
Throbbing Gristle,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Qualms,
Lucky Dragons,
Derrick Morgan,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
La Düsseldorf,
Shoche,
The Five Americans,
Mad Mike,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Can,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
The Associates,
Grandmaster Flash,
Magazine,
The Standells,
Scrapy,
Unwound,
The Blackbyrds,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tommy Roe,
Gang Starr,
In Retrospect,
Niagra,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Human League,
The Zeros,
X-Ray Spex,
Dead Boys,
Faust,
Pagans,
China Crisis,
Circle Jerks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Arcadia,
The Grass Roots,
10cc,
Kerri Chandler,
the Swans,
Franke,
The Star Department,
Kurtis Blow,
Bill Near,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.