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 Albania and from Lyon.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
David Axelrod,
Symarip,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Style,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
The Monochrome Set,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Mummies,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pantaleimon,
Yellowson,
Avey Tare,
Malaria!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Vladislav Delay,
LL Cool J,
U.S. Maple,
The Shadows of Knight,
Jacques Brel,
EPMD,
Yazoo,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
The Star Department,
Letta Mbulu,
the Sonics,
Bill Wells,
Roger Hodgson,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
Alton Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
The Invisible,
The Five Americans,
Ituana,
The Pretty Things,
The Offenders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter, Janne Schatter.
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.