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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Mr. Review to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Derrick Morgan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Japan,
This Heat,
Kas Product,
Depeche Mode,
Make Up,
Cameo,
The Velvet Underground,
Agent Orange,
The Move,
Nils Olav,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Accadde A,
The Young Rascals,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Y Pants,
Deadbeat,
Donald Byrd,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Vogues,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Fuzztones,
Camouflage,
the Bar-Kays,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Birthday Party,
Crispian St. Peters,
Hasil Adkins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The J.B.'s,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
Reuben Wilson,
Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Little Man,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jandek,
Minnie Riperton,
Brand Nubian,
Mad Mike,
Suburban Knight,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Siglo XX,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tomorrow,
Moss Icon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.