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 Morocco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the punk 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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Stooges,
Althea and Donna,
Dead Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Bluetip,
The Star Department,
Sandy B,
Panda Bear,
Marshall Jefferson,
EPMD,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Harry Pussy,
Jandek,
Das Ding,
Magma,
MC5,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
Trumans Water,
Dual Sessions,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Fear,
Cal Tjader,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Minor Threat,
DNA,
Jerry's Kids,
the Slits,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Big Daddy Kane,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Cowsills,
Joe Finger,
Aural Exciters,
Arab on Radar,
Dawn Penn,
Nas,
The Toasters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Whodini,
Gang Starr,
Faust,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bad Manners,
Main Source,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Peter and Kerry,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Saccharine Trust,
Kurtis Blow,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Goldenarms,
Fugazi,
The Divine Comedy,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane, Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane.
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.