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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 synthesizer 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 Jerry's Kids to the funk 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Circle Jerks,
The Fire Engines,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Knickerbockers,
Ossler,
The Offenders,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Scion,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
Blancmange,
Visage,
The Last Poets,
Magma,
Tom Boy,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Steve Hackett,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Chris Corsano,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
Thompson Twins,
The Zeros,
Schoolly D,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Seeds,
Los Fastidios,
Dorothy Ashby,
Arab on Radar,
Unwound,
Moby Grape,
The Golliwogs,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kurtis Blow,
X-101,
Gang of Four,
Byron Stingily,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
Zero Boys,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Deepchord,
Radiohead,
Funky Four + One,
The New Christs,
Letta Mbulu,
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.