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 Bulgaria and from Spokane.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
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 güiro 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faraquet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Skatalites record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gang Starr,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Panda Bear,
the Normal,
Joensuu 1685,
Mantronix,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Nas,
Brick,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jacob Miller,
Kaleidoscope,
F. McDonald,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Slits,
The Gun Club,
Cymande,
Kevin Saunderson,
Japan,
Robert Görl,
Darondo,
Cal Tjader,
Spoonie Gee,
Joyce Sims,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Kerri Chandler,
Nik Kershaw,
Harry Pussy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Robert Hood,
DNA,
The Litter,
Malaria!,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Names,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Youth Brigade,
Drive Like Jehu,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Echospace,
Derrick Morgan,
Unrelated Segments,
Marmalade,
Loose Ends,
One Last Wish,
Wally Richardson,
Byron Stingily,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Prince Buster,
Bluetip,
Hashim,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.