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 Albania and from Edmonton.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 The United States of America to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
Frankie Knuckles,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Pharoah Sanders,
Darondo,
Bluetip,
Outsiders,
Young Marble Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Knickerbockers,
Aloha Tigers,
Scrapy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Blues Magoos,
The Evens,
Suburban Knight,
Sun Ra,
Scott Walker,
Pylon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
cv313,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Franke,
Electric Prunes,
Hardrive,
Tubeway Army,
MDC,
Minor Threat,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Whodini,
The Misunderstood,
Procol Harum,
The Last Poets,
Donald Byrd,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
DJ Sneak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Nico,
Derrick May,
Tears for Fears,
Aural Exciters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Blancmange,
Hashim,
Blake Baxter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roger Hodgson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Graham Central Station,
The Associates,
Ultra Naté,
The Blackbyrds,
Country Teasers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Y Pants,
The Cowsills,
La Düsseldorf,
Aaron Thompson,
Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano, Chris Corsano.
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.