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 Haiti and from Winnipeg.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 linndrum 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 The Invisible to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Music Machine,
Neu!,
Black Bananas,
Brick,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Crash Course in Science,
James White and The Blacks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Average White Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Kerrie Biddell,
Faust,
Aswad,
The Last Poets,
The Busters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Symarip,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Excepter,
Skaos,
Gang Gang Dance,
Flamin' Groovies,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
K-Klass,
The Vogues,
Angry Samoans,
Ronnie Foster,
Mantronix,
Pierre Henry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David Axelrod,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
The Shadows of Knight,
ABC,
Half Japanese,
David Bowie,
Crooked Eye,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Mighty Diamonds,
ABBA,
X-101,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Slits,
Eric Copeland,
Girls At Our Best!,
MDC,
Moss Icon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Agent Orange,
Black Pus,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
The Stooges,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.