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 France and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 snare 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 The New Christs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 a-ha. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
Soulsonic Force,
Interpol,
EPMD,
James White and The Blacks,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Minny Pops,
Josef K,
Idris Muhammad,
Yellowson,
The Gladiators,
Fear,
The Real Kids,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Smog,
The Pop Group,
Marvin Gaye,
Roger Hodgson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Stereo Dub,
Royal Trux,
The Kinks,
T.S.O.L.,
MDC,
Deakin,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Archie Shepp,
Tommy Roe,
Niagra,
Joe Finger,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
kango's stein massive,
Alton Ellis,
One Last Wish,
Yazoo,
Colin Newman,
X-102,
Jimmy McGriff,
Buzzcocks,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Joensuu 1685,
Bill Wells,
Cymande,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Selecter,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Sex Pistols,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Sam Rivers,
Gang Starr,
These Immortal Souls,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.