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 Korea South and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 The J.B.'s to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Flag record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
The Associates,
Alphaville,
Thompson Twins,
Yusef Lateef,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Nirvana,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Josef K,
Loose Ends,
Guru Guru,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sister Nancy,
Erykah Badu,
Alice Coltrane,
The Smoke,
Bang On A Can,
Bizarre Inc.,
Flash Fearless,
Massinfluence,
Dorothy Ashby,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Con Funk Shun,
Johnny Clarke,
Liliput,
Prince Buster,
Unrelated Segments,
Mo-Dettes,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Blues Magoos,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
John Holt,
Clear Light,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Residents,
Max Romeo,
New York Dolls,
The Mojo Men,
Deadbeat,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Soft Cell,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.