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 Ghana and from Jakarta.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Chrome to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gabor Szabo. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
Sun City Girls,
Rakim,
Mars,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Das Ding,
Man Parrish,
Idris Muhammad,
Television Personalities,
Gerry Rafferty,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bush Tetras,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Model 500,
Jeff Mills,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sugar Minott,
Theoretical Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Skatalites,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Brand Nubian,
Crash Course in Science,
The Count Five,
The American Breed,
Kerri Chandler,
Flamin' Groovies,
Rotary Connection,
Thompson Twins,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Bang On A Can,
Rosa Yemen,
Monks,
Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant, Quadrant.
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.