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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Seoul.
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 808 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 Drexciya to the rap 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aswad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Litter,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Eurythmics,
The Young Rascals,
Joe Smooth,
Josef K,
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Jeff Mills,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
Graham Central Station,
Donny Hathaway,
Lalann,
Panda Bear,
Con Funk Shun,
Masters at Work,
a-ha,
The Buckinghams,
JFA,
Visage,
Fatback Band,
Banda Bassotti,
Essential Logic,
Liliput,
Grandmaster Flash,
Slick Rick,
Sister Nancy,
Swans,
Fort Wilson Riot,
B.T. Express,
Shuggie Otis,
FM Einheit,
The American Breed,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Kas Product,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
the Sonics,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
LL Cool J,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scion,
Rakim,
Bronski Beat,
Clear Light,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
AZ,
ABBA,
China Crisis,
KRS-One,
Tim Buckley,
Gang Starr,
The Blues Magoos,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.