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 Mexico and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Terror Squad Feat. Camron to the jazz 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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Bar-Kays,
Tom Boy,
Sparks,
Main Source,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Kayak,
Chrome,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Bush Tetras,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
Marc Almond,
Quantec,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sonics,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Arcadia,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Erykah Badu,
Dual Sessions,
Man Parrish,
Ronan,
Thompson Twins,
Maurizio,
48th St. Collective,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Evens,
Sister Nancy,
The Victims,
Drexciya,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
X-102,
The Index,
Throbbing Gristle,
Black Moon,
The Velvet Underground,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
The Move,
Amon Düül,
Scion,
Fluxion,
Ornette Coleman,
The Walker Brothers,
Rekid,
Gong,
Monolake,
Lebanon Hanover,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.