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 Armenia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Skatalites 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 Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All Yusef Lateef tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Ultra Naté,
Tropical Tobacco,
New Age Steppers,
Hashim,
The Stooges,
Joe Finger,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Quadrant,
The Offenders,
The Monochrome Set,
Chris Corsano,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Subhumans,
Skarface,
Underground Resistance,
Unrelated Segments,
Sight & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Funky Four + One,
Organ,
Symarip,
Popol Vuh,
the Association,
Byron Stingily,
Erasure,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Rakim,
Rekid,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arab on Radar,
Barry Ungar,
The Young Rascals,
Sun City Girls,
Liliput,
The Fuzztones,
The Beau Brummels,
Thompson Twins,
Radiopuhelimet,
Leonard Cohen,
Junior Murvin,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Brothers Johnson,
CMW,
Ice-T,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gang Green,
Crooked Eye,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.