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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 808 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 8 Eyed Spy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
cv313,
Maurizio,
Bill Near,
Heaven 17,
KRS-One,
The Electric Prunes,
The Beau Brummels,
Television Personalities,
Aswad,
Tomorrow,
Stiv Bators,
Fugazi,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Aloha Tigers,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
Lou Christie,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Masters at Work,
The Standells,
Dual Sessions,
Sun Ra,
Fear,
Tim Buckley,
Althea and Donna,
The Leaves,
Parry Music,
Jacques Brel,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Eric Copeland,
Desert Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Black Dice,
Derrick Morgan,
X-102,
Warren Ellis,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Gichy Dan,
Cluster,
Drive Like Jehu,
Goldenarms,
Funkadelic,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
Jerry's Kids,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.