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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 David Bowie 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 Boogie Down Productions to the funk 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerri Chandler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Severed Heads,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pole,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Ituana,
Robert Wyatt,
Gang Green,
Stetsasonic,
Cecil Taylor,
Ohio Players,
Fat Boys,
Freddie Wadling,
Altered Images,
Theoretical Girls,
Carl Craig,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Smiths,
Gang Starr,
Dead Boys,
Delta 5,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Absolute Body Control,
Circle Jerks,
Sun City Girls,
FM Einheit,
The Skatalites,
Soul II Soul,
Motorama,
Black Bananas,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Marc Almond,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Blues Magoos,
Ten City,
Henry Cow,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Move,
Byron Stingily,
Model 500,
Tomorrow,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
The Neon Judgement,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Public Enemy,
Man Parrish,
Albert Ayler,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marvin Gaye,
Funkadelic,
EPMD,
Amon Düül II,
Eric Copeland,
Dennis Brown,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jerry's Kids,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.