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 Czech Republic and from Beijing.
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 Salvador and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 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 Donald Byrd to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Anthony Braxton,
Talk Talk,
Roy Ayers,
Jeru the Damaja,
DJ Sneak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Anakelly,
Yaz,
Derrick Morgan,
Robert Wyatt,
Rosa Yemen,
Siglo XX,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
the Human League,
June of 44,
Graham Central Station,
Judy Mowatt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Fear,
Mark Hollis,
The Blackbyrds,
Amazonics,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Nils Olav,
Kas Product,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
L. Decosne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Circle Jerks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lakeside,
Scientists,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roger Hodgson,
Sight & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
The Monochrome Set,
Angry Samoans,
Marvin Gaye,
The Busters,
Aloha Tigers,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rufus Thomas,
The Motions,
The Stooges,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
Gong,
Arthur Verocai,
Soulsonic Force,
Dead Boys,
Roxy Music,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.