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 Benin and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Mary Jane Girls to the electroclash 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Althea and Donna,
In Retrospect,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
D'Angelo,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Rites of Spring,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
Brand Nubian,
World's Most,
Yusef Lateef,
Hasil Adkins,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
David McCallum,
ABBA,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Divine Comedy,
CMW,
Babytalk,
Masters at Work,
Fear,
Make Up,
Grey Daturas,
The Kinks,
Avey Tare,
Arab on Radar,
Aural Exciters,
The Victims,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Anakelly,
The Techniques,
R.M.O.,
Bootsy Collins,
Angry Samoans,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
The Dave Clark Five,
Ludus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Soulsonic Force,
Lindisfarne,
Sister Nancy,
Leonard Cohen,
Thee Headcoats,
The Monks,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.