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 Jamaica and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 These Immortal Souls to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
FM Einheit,
Ornette Coleman,
Harmonia,
Banda Bassotti,
K-Klass,
Loose Ends,
The New Christs,
The Misunderstood,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kaleidoscope,
Young Marble Giants,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Alison Limerick,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Holt,
The Velvet Underground,
Sun City Girls,
Nico,
The Golliwogs,
Boz Scaggs,
Can,
Inner City,
New York Dolls,
Schoolly D,
The Invisible,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sparks,
Bobby Womack,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Maleditus Sound,
Jerry's Kids,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Monks,
Sam Rivers,
The Gories,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Selecter,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Bad Manners,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
the Soft Cell,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sonic Youth,
Soul II Soul,
Y Pants,
The Move,
Kas Product,
ABC,
Ituana,
Pierre Henry,
Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.