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 Germany and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Michael McDonald 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the punk 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 June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Babytalk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
Half Japanese,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cymande,
Wire,
the Bar-Kays,
The Golliwogs,
Flash Fearless,
Steve Hackett,
D'Angelo,
Black Pus,
In Retrospect,
ABC,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
Reagan Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
KRS-One,
Swell Maps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Subhumans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jeru the Damaja,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fugs,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Rapeman,
Model 500,
Bootsy Collins,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Slick Rick,
The Busters,
Barbara Tucker,
Khruangbin,
Sun Ra,
Oblivians,
Babytalk,
Reuben Wilson,
Quando Quango,
Essential Logic,
Derrick Morgan,
The Smoke,
Clear Light,
Mars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fuzztones,
Henry Cow,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
Robert Wyatt,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.