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 Lithuania and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sound. All the underground hits.
All Lou Christie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 10cc record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
The Busters,
Ponytail,
Rotary Connection,
Fugazi,
Bobby Byrd,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nico,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crime,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Sandy B,
Massinfluence,
Spoonie Gee,
Moss Icon,
The Searchers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gregory Isaacs,
Wasted Youth,
Ituana,
The Gladiators,
Avey Tare,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
The United States of America,
Brick,
Amon Düül,
Skaos,
Smog,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blossom Toes,
Stereo Dub,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Stooges,
Todd Terry,
Cal Tjader,
Ossler,
Outsiders,
Sugar Minott,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Fire Engines,
Camouflage,
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Aswad,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Yellowson,
Interpol,
New York Dolls,
Mission of Burma,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.