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 Portugal and from Manchester.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Lou Reed 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 grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Hood 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
Lou Christie,
Danielle Patucci,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Symarip,
Nirvana,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brick,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
La Düsseldorf,
Soul Sonic Force,
Laurel Aitken,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Flamin' Groovies,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Angry Samoans,
Gastr Del Sol,
Das Ding,
Little Man,
X-102,
Eric Dolphy,
The Raincoats,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fatback Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Hardrive,
Ultravox,
Godley & Creme,
The Black Dice,
Frankie Knuckles,
D'Angelo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Doors,
Toni Rubio,
Kerri Chandler,
Marmalade,
Black Bananas,
Slave,
Cluster,
Von Mondo,
New York Dolls,
Audionom,
Brass Construction,
Bill Near,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
X-Ray Spex,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Nico,
The Detroit Cobras,
A Certain Ratio,
Ronnie Foster,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
Rufus Thomas,
Tears for Fears,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.