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 the UAE and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Gang Starr to the crunk 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Mantronix tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Leonard Cohen,
Don Cherry,
F. McDonald,
L. Decosne,
Altered Images,
Main Source,
The Remains,
Glenn Branca,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
Babytalk,
Rakim,
Schoolly D,
The Gun Club,
Delta 5,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
the Germs,
In Retrospect,
Rotary Connection,
Con Funk Shun,
Fluxion,
Vladislav Delay,
The Martian,
Monks,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Rites of Spring,
Gastr Del Sol,
Thee Headcoats,
Carl Craig,
Alison Limerick,
E-Dancer,
Anakelly,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
the Fania All-Stars,
Freddie Wadling,
The Names,
Adolescents,
The Knickerbockers,
Junior Murvin,
Infiniti,
the Association,
China Crisis,
Kas Product,
Steve Hackett,
Warsaw,
Los Fastidios,
The Count Five,
Radiohead,
Sparks,
Byron Stingily,
Juan Atkins,
The Grass Roots,
The Fortunes,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.