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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Deadbeat to the rock 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Fatback Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Sheep,
Glenn Branca,
Severed Heads,
The Skatalites,
Heaven 17,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Ice-T,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harpers Bizarre,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Henry Cow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed,
CMW,
The Gladiators,
Agitation Free,
Ituana,
Mr. Review,
Ten City,
Kevin Saunderson,
Jacob Miller,
Todd Rundgren,
The Fortunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Adolescents,
kango's stein massive,
Crime,
Anakelly,
Reuben Wilson,
Darondo,
Monks,
Yaz,
Al Stewart,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Make Up,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Delta 5,
DNA,
Negative Approach,
Animal Collective,
Lalann,
Lou Christie,
Joe Smooth,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Soulsonic Force,
Eden Ahbez,
Metal Thangz,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Organ,
Tres Demented,
John Coltrane,
Faraquet,
Cheater Slicks,
Little Man,
Derrick Morgan,
Jesper Dahlback,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Evens,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.