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 Jamaica and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rakim to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Gerry Rafferty. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Accadde A record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
The Saints,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Donny Hathaway,
Susan Cadogan,
Colin Newman,
Frankie Knuckles,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
Dead Boys,
Sam Rivers,
Howard Jones,
The Real Kids,
Eurythmics,
Marine Girls,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nico,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Move,
LL Cool J,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pulsallama,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Suicide,
Bobby Byrd,
Grey Daturas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Mad Mike,
The Searchers,
The Slits,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tubeway Army,
Adolescents,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Sugar Minott,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rapeman,
Rakim,
Mandrill,
Matthew Bourne,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
One Last Wish,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Mojo Men,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog, Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog.
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.