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 Andorra and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Shanghai.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quantec to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slits. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Soft Machine,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gladiators,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Barrington Levy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Marc Almond,
the Bar-Kays,
Roger Hodgson,
Wire,
Motorama,
Organ,
Mr. Review,
Wings,
Minutemen,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
The Dave Clark Five,
Juan Atkins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Sällskapet,
The Angels of Light,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Remains,
Ituana,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Essential Logic,
Flash Fearless,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
Babytalk,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Shuggie Otis,
Letta Mbulu,
Janne Schatter,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sound Behaviour,
DJ Style,
Nils Olav,
Sight & Sound,
Suicide,
Laurel Aitken,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bootsy Collins,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gichy Dan,
Brand Nubian,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Minnie Riperton,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.