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 Switzerland and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Ponytail to the techno 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 Normal. All the underground hits.
All Public Image Ltd. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kool Moe Dee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Skatalites,
Kurtis Blow,
Ornette Coleman,
Bobby Sherman,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Magazine,
LL Cool J,
Slick Rick,
Lindisfarne,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Albert Ayler,
Hardrive,
Q65,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deadbeat,
Hasil Adkins,
Scion,
Junior Murvin,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Buzzcocks,
Glenn Branca,
Pussy Galore,
Marmalade,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sparks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Talk Talk,
The Dirtbombs,
The Last Poets,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ituana,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Heaven 17,
Ken Boothe,
Bootsy Collins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Arthur Verocai,
Donald Byrd,
Patti Smith,
Susan Cadogan,
Gang Starr,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ultravox,
These Immortal Souls,
The Angels of Light,
Q and Not U,
Jerry's Kids,
Brick,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Reagan Youth,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.