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 Montenegro and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Masters at Work to the crunk 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 The Five Americans. All the underground hits.
All Whodini tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Delon & Dalcan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Bronski Beat,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Rotary Connection,
Talk Talk,
Bad Manners,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Lyres,
Roxette,
Delon & Dalcan,
Minnie Riperton,
Simply Red,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Dolphy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
B.T. Express,
Barry Ungar,
Silicon Teens,
Bush Tetras,
Trumans Water,
Bauhaus,
Pierre Henry,
Suicide,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Wally Richardson,
Funkadelic,
Fatback Band,
Buzzcocks,
The Names,
Matthew Halsall,
Nick Fraelich,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
The Vogues,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sarah Menescal,
Erykah Badu,
Pussy Galore,
The Gladiators,
Cameo,
John Holt,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Moebius,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cheater Slicks,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.