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 Burkina and from London.
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 Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 E-Dancer to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every cv313 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Fall,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
Index,
Joensuu 1685,
the Germs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Barracudas,
The Leaves,
Malaria!,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Porter Ricks,
Dennis Brown,
Sun City Girls,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Selecter,
Newcleus,
T. Rex,
Funkadelic,
Model 500,
Stetsasonic,
La Düsseldorf,
World's Most,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
H. Thieme,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gang Gang Dance,
Camouflage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Animal Collective,
Rekid,
Mission of Burma,
The Neon Judgement,
The Fuzztones,
Stereo Dub,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
The Mojo Men,
The Searchers,
Radio Birdman,
The Tremeloes,
The Litter,
Ralphi Rosario,
Reagan Youth,
Sister Nancy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach,
Black Bananas,
LL Cool J,
Fear,
The Black Dice,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.