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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the rap 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 The Smiths. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Altered Images,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Toasters,
Eurythmics,
Dead Boys,
Rekid,
Cheater Slicks,
Pole,
Subhumans,
Andrew Hill,
Public Enemy,
Whodini,
Oneida,
Ultra Naté,
James Chance & The Contortions,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Move,
Gong,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Human League,
The Blackbyrds,
Funky Four + One,
Goldenarms,
Sam Rivers,
Duran Duran,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Von Mondo,
The New Christs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kurtis Blow,
Mr. Review,
Mad Mike,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cure,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Sandy B,
Crispy Ambulance,
Cal Tjader,
Crooked Eye,
Wally Richardson,
The Grass Roots,
The Count Five,
The Selecter,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gang Starr,
Ultimate Spinach,
Michelle Simonal,
The Dirtbombs,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Henry Cow,
Mars,
Rakim,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five, Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five.
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.